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look into my heart and I see the spirit
of an eagle fly
High it soars
Searching for its place in the universe
But a shot brings it down
an arrow through its soul
Falling it dies I cover my eyes and weep
taking a pen in hand
I write
Thoughts of the eagle as it re-enters my soul
its spirit awakening
My mind
From the dark thoughts that have blinded me
a light begins to glow Dimly at first
It brightens as the pen flies
across the page
The cry of the eagle pen on its tip.
wow, i like the creativity in this poem. But punctuation would give it a better flow.
Slightly different to most poems and similar to some that i have read.Yes the creativity is ought to be mentioned as well as the lack of punctuation.Still,it was worth reading.
I liked your poem. It was really moving. I look forward to reading your next one.
I almost leaked a tear, reminds me of the stories my mothers family tells me, i love being a Native American.
hey,I'm glad you like my poem.hey rockroc I'm glad that you love being a Native American,I'm proud of being a Native
awesome poem and the spriit of the eagle is
in anyone that just accepts life and understands
what real freedom is ,being a free soul is a pretty
awwesome thing not many have or will experince because
the world has numbed them.
i thought the poem was really good too and it is a shame that the world has numbed a lot of people... but it makes the people who do understand all that more important