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WHY AN EAGLE? ( George Strasser )


I have a picture in my mind, from very long ago.
I see our founding fathers, while outside falls the snow.

They gather round a Franklin stove, to enjoy the radiant heat
They smoke their pipes, or quaff the ale, as each one finds a seat,

"The reason we have gathered here" The leader starts to say.
"We must select a symbol, for our nation, here today."

"I might suggest a little bird, that's colorful and perky"
Franklin sternly interjects,"May I suggest the turkey"?

Than above the murmur, another voice is heard.
"I believe the eagle, would be the perfect bird."

This symbol will be used, on papers, seals so legal
This said, then I must ask you friend, the question, Why an eagle?

The eagle's head is snowy white, just like a mountain peak.
It looks so strong and powerful with talons and sharp beak

It soars high in the skies, on massive wings so wide
like a strong protector of the whole countryside

This is a bird that seems to be, a symbol of perfection
So this is why I have to make, the eagle my selection.

This is the bird that seems to be, a symbol oh so regal
and thus there is the answer, to the question "Why an Eagle??"

BY

( E. George Strasser )





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