Posted on 11/11/2014 6:36:07 AM PST by Kartographer
Edited on 11/11/2014 6:47:27 AM PST by Admin Moderator. [history]
What you think might be a Pulitzer-quality epic might draw only a nice call from Mom, while a simple tale tossed off on deadline causes an uproar, or an avalanche of praise. One legendary former investigative reporter at this paper wrote scores of stories that changed laws and saved lives, yet never did he get more mail than when he wrote about burying his cat.
(Excerpt) Read more at startribune.com ...
The picture certainly inspired me so much I wrote this poem:
The Eagle’s Watch
In a quiet river valley,
Lies a green and peaceful place,
Where warriors come to rest,
Having honorably met their fates.
No more do they stand the watch
Their worthy service done,
They’ve passed their duties on
To other Fathers’ sons.
Yet flying high above them,
On silent wings spread wide,
Soars freedom’s embodiment
And a country’s sign of pride.
The mighty Eagle watches o’er all
And guards their well-earned rests.
For he like they, knows the feel
Of Freedom in his chest.
And though he does his best to guard
The fallen warriors’ sleep.
Still at times he grows so weary
And must rest his wings a-beat.
So slowly he glides his way
To where the fallen rest,
And there he bides his time a bit
Among the honored Vets.
My thanks to all who served and now serve.
This is a follow-up story about the Veteran who the Eagle seem to be visiting.
‘The eagle counldn’t have picked a better person’
http://www.startribune.com/local/124543223.html
Simply awesome Kart. Simply...awesome.
Ping.
Thanks for your Service FRiend!
A few years old, but I have this wonderful picture still stored on my computer.
I use that pic as my desktop background.
For some reason the whole poem didn’t make the post,
The Eagle’s Watch
In a quiet river valley,
Lies a green and peaceful place,
Where warriors come to rest,
Having honorably met their fates.
No more do they stand the watch
Their worthy service done,
They’ve passed their duties on
To other Fathers’ sons.
Yet flying high above them,
On silent wings spread wide,
Soars freedom’s embodiment
And a country’s sign of pride.
The mighty Eagle watches o’er all
And guards their well-earned rests.
For he like they, knows the feel
Of Freedom in his chest.
And though he does his best to guard
The fallen warriors’ sleep.
Still at times he grows so weary
And must rest his wings a-beat.
So slowly he glides his way
To where the fallen rest,
And there he bides his time a bit
Among the honored Vets.
And though he knows no words
Of the valiant warriors’ speech,
Still they communicate
In a way that words can’t reach.
Having communed with those who lie
Among the rows of stone,
The Eagle takes to flight again
And resumes his post alone.
In endless soaring circles,
He surely makes his rounds,
Guarding the fallen heroes
Who make this hallowed ground.
For some reason the whole poem didn’t make it over on post. The whole poem is in Post #9
O beautiful for heroes proved
In liberating strife.
Who more than self their country loved
And mercy more than life!
America! America!
May God thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness
And every gain divine!
Your poem is beautiful. The photograph touches the heart. Thank you for posting this.
Thanks for reposting the picture!
BFL
A truly astonishing sight!
Thank you.
And a very heart felt thanks to all who served.
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