Where Eagles Fly

by - Helen E. Payne Spencer, Cherokee

The coolness of the mountains
and the deepness of the sea
The blueness of the sky,
The Eagles fly - They do not flee.
The long amber grasses
floating in the breeze,
The smell of sweet flowers
are just thoughts inside of me.
Where men would never venture,
That's where the Eagles fly
On top of purple mountains
You can hear their shrieking cry.
In the mountains are their nests
Hidden from the prey

They won't be fools or be victims Or fall along the way.
They fight for life,
these large strong birds,
They won't let it pass them by.
Examples in our life should be.
To fly where Eagles fly.

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