America's Bird Poem by Curtis Johnson

America’s Bird
By Curtis Johnson

In all honesty, the extent of my turkey knowledge is their unique sound and their great taste.
Come Thanksgiving and Christmas, turkey fragrance fills the house and nothing goes to waste.

I know that the dove has symbolic meaning, one being that of the Holy Spirit.
I also understand that the dove must be a gentle one, spoken of as being harmless.
No one takes kindness to be called a turkey, and a dove-like defense is rather limited.

But the eagle is really my kind of bird, and he would certainly be my first choice.
The eagle has the eye to target and lay hold of his prey, and quickly return to the heights.
The eagle knows how to repair and rebuild himself, renewing his strength for longevity.
He knows the ways of the wind and becomes its partner, as he mounts up his wings to sour.

No, I think that turkeys are birds of choice for smokers, ovens, and tables of holiday feasts.
I wish our world could be as harmless as doves, and fly about feeding its hungry and its young.
But our world chooses not to be at peace, and we sometime fail at feeding, loving, and caring for the needy.

Yes, give me the eagle who reaches for the high places;
Who observes and listens, communicating with the winds.
He’s aware of the winds of change and utilizes divine resources.
I choose the eagle for America, and may we forever mount up higher.
May we keep flying high, souring above and beyond, until our days are done
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