H-ave the wings of an eagle,
A-s you soar up high;
N-ever clip each of them,
N-ice to reach the bright sky.
A-llow the wings of an eagle to fly with amazing glide;
H-owever vile is the wind, never let their strength subside.
O-n the thirtieth of July,
N-ew day is fine and well;
A-im to always possess
T-he wings of an
E-agle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem