Lynn C. Price

THE MIGHTY EAGLE DREAMS

The eagle bows her head and sheds a somber tear,
For years of desecration on lands she loves most dear.
Gone are those who cherished the mountains, fields and streams,
What’s left is mans’ destruction. Yet, the mighty eagle dreams.

She spreads her wings on currents of cool, refreshing air,
Seeking one companion, just one who really cares.
O’er many barren landscapes, she soars in cloudless skies,
Eyes that find no solace, she heaves a mighty sigh.

“Father, please forgive them; for, they didn’t understand,
Mother Earth is mighty but can’t support the greed of man.
In time there comes a healing, from the hope of our beliefs,
Our tears will cleanse the waters,” as the mighty eagle dreams.

The sun is slowly setting but her journey doesn’t end,
A heart can suffer greatly; though broken, it can mend.
She sees a distant island and hears the children play,
Her shattered heart rejoices. Will hope be found this day?

Her wings, though torn and weary, carry her steady on,
Where love lives, so does freedom and those who cherish home.
She lifts her eyes to Heaven, “Father, can it be?
Is this the one great journey of your mighty eagle’s dream?”

The trees are lush and green; there’s flowers, drink and food,
Her mind reflects on memories of all she knew once good.
Across a peaceful vista she hears an eagle cry,
Once laden down with suffering, her wings are now so light.

Just o’er the tidal pools on a mountain’s craggy cliff,
A father eagle coaxes four tiny wings to lift.
She knows Creator saved us with two triumphant eagle screams,
With all that’s pure and hopeful, the mighty eagle dreams.

Author’s Note: On this Election Day, may the Mighty Eagle fulfill her dreams