Soaring threw the trees
like superman on steriods
Talking to the little critters bwlow me
The hunters with their deadly weapons
heard by caw and looked with weapons ready
I manuevered my golden, thick wings away for I am afraid
of death.
A loud boom echoed off the mountain tops
Luckily, the man had a horrible aim...and I flew, flew away
wings locked tight threw the wind
Head lifted high for pride
That is what I am, The American Eagle.
The Eagle for the proud Americans
that still look up to the flag and honor it. For we are a proud and pride nation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem