The Eagle And The Flag Poem by Natasha Foster

I watched The Eagle soar
to the mountains where the
moon hides,
As the family burdens I bore
Caused sharp pains inside.

And I dreamed of the day
That I, too, could go to where
the moon disappears,
The day that I could go far away
And listen to the church bells' cheers.

Then one day, The Eagle returned
And perched upon my flag pole,
The last flag that hadn't burned,
And lifted my soul.

A symbol of freedom I couldn't ignore
Sent from Heaven on High,
'Give back their freedom, I implore;
But today's the day I die.'