Kait Bebelheimer

Rookie (Sept 29)

The American Eagle - Poem by Kait Bebelheimer

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.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 8, 2010

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