The Eagle Poem by Jeff Fleischer

The eagle soars through the crisp clean air,
Heading toward its nest on the mountain top.
It stops to drink the cool water from the brook
It wipes its head with its wing,
Weary from its journey.
It sighs and shoots back into the air like a phoenix.
Our national symbol flies proud and free.
It reaches its nest safely.
Three eaglest are waiting there for it.
It takes them under its wing,
Shielding them from all harm.