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The Eagle's Watch

In a quiet river valley,

Lies a green and peaceful place,

Where Warriors have 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 others 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 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.

Jack Cook © 2011

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