Sitting Eagle

Sitting Eagle This poem is for the Poetry Soup contest: Tell His Story By Ross Levan Mach 15 2011-03-15 Sitting Eagle rests, with a tree at his back, Playing his flute, to scare a wolf pack, They have been hunting and following him throughout the whole night, Escaping great peril in mother forest and sister moonlight, He is a warrior and never gives up in fights, But 20 wolves against one man just isn’t right, With moccasins on feet and cowhides for pants, He looks like a North American Indian at least at first glance, He might be your grandfather from another time, He might even be a grandfather of mine, Sitting Eagle rests, with a tree at his back, He’ll get home safe if he follows his tracks.