The Eagle


In a world where raging wind and seas
Explode below majestic cliffs and trees,
The golden eagle makes his rugged home
Beneath a pristine canopy, whose dome
Of azure, blue and indigo is blurred
By winter storms. His piercing cry is heard
As blinding arrows scatter light and sound
The depths behind his golden eagle frown.

Relentless streaming in the black of night,
Sporadic gleaming under cannon’s light
Assault and force their enemies to bow,
But cannot move this soldier’s regal brow.

Triumphant prince, whose strength and beauty fell
To thee from wisdom’s store of Grace, dispel
Thy fears. Winter’s crashing blows will end –
Lift thy heart and feel the summer wind!

~ for Douglas K. Somers, USMC ~

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