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Where Eagles Fly

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 men would never venture,
That's where the 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 be 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.

by - Helen E. Payne Spencer, Cherokee

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Acquainted With The Night
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain — and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-bye;
And further still at an unearthly height,
A luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night. 
by Robert Frost

                    by Jussara Luna