Poem read at dedication ceremony on May 3, 2002
Where Eagles Fly
By Helen E. Payne Spencer, Cherokee
The coolness of the mountains
And the deepness of the sea,
The blueness of the sky,
The eagles fly – they do not flee.
The long amber grasses
Floating in the breeze,
The smell of sweet flowers
Are just thoughts inside of me.
Where people never venture,
That’s where eagles fly.
On top of purple mountains
You can hear their shrieking cry.
In the mountains are their nests
Hidden from the prey.
They won’t be fools or victims
Or fall along the way.
They fight for life,
These large, strong birds.
They won’t let it pass them by.
Examples in our life should be
To fly where eagles fly.