Where Eagles Fly




by - Helen E. Payne Spencer

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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