I've travelled near, I've travelled far,
Across each noble land,
I've slept beneath God's shooting star,
Observed what God had planned...
Yet there are icons God has made,
Each nation then may choose,
The eagle soars high, unafraid,
Amid the clouds to cruise...
America personified,
Triumphant borne of faith,
The sun above to serve as guide,
To help it to stay brave...
For what are wings if courage fails?
Each eagle's meant to fly,
Despite the storms, despite the gales,
All odds meant to defy...
From such as eagles, planes exist,
From planes, came rockets, too,
Then to the moon would Man persist,
To land a chosen few...
Behold the eagle, icon still,
Like Voyager in space,
Permitted by the Father's will
To glide with utmost grace...
Denis Martindale, copyright, July 2013.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'American Icon'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem