The most wonderful sight in the world is the Eagle. He soars through the sky. Free as the wind, and lonely as the wolf, who cries his mournful cry to the cold moon above. He sees the world unfurl, as he glides on with silent wings. Searching. Searching for what? Is this majestic creature looking for prey, or is he looking upon the world with pleading eyes. For we have taken, and are destroying his land, and the very air through which he glides.
As the Eagle flies, does he see the past. The life that was once free from man’s habitual destruction. Or can he just see the future. The ruin of his land and skies. The creatures of the earth all hiding in constant fear. Yes, fear of man and his powers of destruction, leaving death where once there was life. As he soars does he see the waste left from man’s fire and litter. Knowing that his home could be next.
If the Eagle could talk what would he say? Would his roving eyes tell him what is to be. Would he tell us what he see’s? But lo, the Eagle cannot talk, so he cannot pass on his knowledge of the future and the past. So when you see the Eagle and hear his mournful cry. Watch -Watch and Listen, for this is a sight to be left only in Memories…..
For Man seeks to destroy all that is Beautiful.
I do recall when all raptors like eagles were fair game for all hunters who thought that they took valuable game animals and farmers' domesticated animals. And then there was the widespread use of DDT after World War II that decimated bald eagles, osprey and Peregrine falcons.
A single book, Silent Spring, did more to stop the misuse of DDT than any other medium brought the message to the public and government and the raptors (mother's milk and many other species) were saved from the ravages of man.
May your poem do the same today as our population continually takes away wild habitat from the magnificent eagle.
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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A single book, Silent Spring, did more to stop the misuse of DDT than any other medium brought the message to the public and government and the raptors (mother's milk and many other species) were saved from the ravages of man.
May your poem do the same today as our population continually takes away wild habitat from the magnificent eagle.
Ron