(this is dedicated to my brother William John McDonald who inspired this poem from Susquehanna P.A. May his words be heard within this poem. I love you big brother)
As the rocks get carryed away by man and erosion the eagels
feel the intrusion taking there nest like a theif in the night.. The eagles
have to take flight
threw the morning and night the eagles search for new homes
so their children are not hurt.. Little peeps and cries from the mountainside.. Some times they die.. Fall to shore too young to soar..
Why do people do this why and what for.. Soon you will see the eagle no more
you will have to ask your self
who will fly the red, white and blue
we all know this to be true
eagles are loosing there fight
could this be the end of the USA
as we hang our heads in shame and dismay
Susquehanna Pa longs for aid to save the eagles
nesting place threw their guns and dynamite
wake up your losing your land
day by day the stone men cut there stone
before you know it our children will pay
through sadness and dismay I guess this was
not a good day...
Fredrick McDonald
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