Golden Eagle 'Of War'
On the wings of a mighty power holding the weight of our nation as one
the eagle flies above and beyond the clouds while calling our hero's home
While watching from the highest tree she will sit so she can see from afar
a nest of destruction of worlds of war and gore that has left her heart with a scar
The fledgling of her wings are lost one by one as a soldier cries and dies
but she will continue her swooping and diving catching each soul in her wings
with her head held high a tear unseen to the heavens she will fly.
Contest Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton 'Golden Eagle'
10/18/2015
Copyright © Tammy Reams | Year Posted 2015
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