Permanent link for article #0175:
Permalink
The Eagle's Eye |
Subject: Then An Eagle
This inspirational poem by my good friend Brian Faulkner, shows what
freedom means to those with the spirit to recognize and appreciate it,
and is a rallying cry to continue the battle for individualism and
liberty. I hope you enjoy it and draw strength from these powerful
words.
I listened, as though it were singing to me. He sang of the sky and the winds that are free, And I thought of my home as he sang to me. I thought of this land of good brave men Who carved man's rights with a sharp bold pen And buffeted kings right backward again. I thought of the coals in those seeing eyes That sparked men around them to fight and rise And stand up with pride under widening skies. I thought of man's energy, surging, spread out, Its fiery inventiveness never in doubt--- Tracks, bridges, highways flung brightly about! I thought of vast oceans of gold corn and wheat Waltzing the plains with their man-toil complete--- Sign of long-planning, and happy to be it. I thought of men walking and driving, alone, No master to whip them, no guilt to atone, No guide but the light of purpose---their own. I thought of the women, full free now to sing, "My life is all mine (Yay!) to do anything!" How lightly their steps went a-conquering! Then the strange bird flew from the top of the tree; I watched it, as though it were flying from me. He flew out of sight with the winds that are free, And I thought of my home as he flew from me. I thought of the bastards who'd broken with truth, Who'd thrown away honesty, courage and youth, Who'd sold out their souls for a damned polling booth. I thought of the altruists, covered with gore, Who hated man's living, his death wanted more, Who yearned to see all men hungry and poor. I thought of the men who just didn't care, Too busily pragmatic to doubt or to dare, But followed a groove to I-don't-know-where. I thought of the teachers, professors, in school, Who slighted our forefathers---food for a fool; Who conned, de-constructed, and felt they were cool. I thought of the force for which evilmen lust (While asking for patience, and love, and trust), All the while plotting a country gone bust. I thought of my life, my work and my right, My days full of gladness, my great love at night--- A long line of hardness and honor and light. Then an eagle flew down to the top of the tree And looked with a bold eye, fearless and free. Right into my soul he went looking at me, And I knew I would fight all the powers that be For my home of the brave and my land of the free!
|
