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Majestic is the eagle who
Spreads its wings
To span the land
And soar.
Such is the heart with its
Dream offerings
That takes a man
Through the door.
Last Friday, March 5th, was the 8th anniversary of my mother's death at age 85. She was a poet and wrote many poems, some of which were published. If she had seen these eagles, she surely would have written a poem about them, but since she can't, I'm posting this poem about an eagle she wrote in 14 years ago shortly after I talked to her about my decision to retire early at age 55 after selling my business. Who know then that I'd become an environmental activist and researcher and helping to set up a sanctuary for these eagles.
My mother loved nature and all that was alive. She was extremely alive and energetic herself. Many remember her, and a few still love her very much, including me. She was my inspiration.
Barry Heimlich
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