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This poem is in reflection of the great eagle nests near Haines Alaska. |
| My Father, I , with soaring words exalt these proud majestic birds who nest on craggy peaks near heaven then dive to fields by hunger driven. When they swoop up to fill the beaks of helpless babies, thunderous shrieks erupt amidst the solitude. A warrior's anthem, fiercely brewed. If we in our frenetic race forget to guard their nesting place let us be made to see anew that Hand from which the first one flew. |