The Eagle Has Come.

Flying gracefully above our land,
Feathers of great importance,
Being ruffled by the cool swift wind,
At the greatest intensity,
Closing thy eyes,
Restoring the slightest touch of clearence,
To this heasitent world,
The stregnth of this strong sybol,
Burn of blue fire,
Pulling the world to where the eyes shall,
Once again be closed,
Opening thy eyes,
To see such dismay,
Through one moment of restorence,
This feeling let alone,
Causes such great change,
This feeling of safety,
Rocking back and forth,
In this young worlds' single cradle,
It is over,
Now that remeberance has been restored,
Now hell has come back with evengence,
Sweeping over with abrubtion,
I lay here and remember the meaning of this task,
Being held gentle,
In the hands ofa lover,
Done with such great craft,
This moment as I know it has just broken though great ice,
A mist spreads out with no word to say,
But speaking of such widsom,
Asescorting thebeginning of all,
Ruffling of feathers begins to emerge,
As the eyes of the eagle close once again,
And the world restored of clearence,
The eagle has come.

Written By:TK Age:11
Typed By: AA Age:12
(I didn't help -AA)