A dear friend shared something with me and others that has stayed on my mind. It touched me and I just had to write about it. I kept it vague and am not sure it is where I wanted it to be, but here is how it landed, anyway. God bless our Veterans and their families for their service and sacrifices.
The Spirit of the Eagle
There’s a fire burning still
Up on Eagle Hill
Way on back in the woods
Where stories would fill
And last until
Dawn broke where night once stood
Some skies are filled with blue
Others are bright with stars
And the spirit of the eagle soars through
And validates who you are
We’d sit around that flame
And talk every game
And an old eagle would wait
As we share scraps of our lives
Whittled with knives
That eagle shared our plate
Some skies are filled with snow
Others are bright with sunshine
The spirit of the eagle will always flow
Forever in these memories of mine
Some men stand for freedom
Been blessed to know some
I am thankful and I pray
We can all be wise
And honor their sacrifice
The spirit of the eagle way
Copyright Beth Sutton 9/22/21