EAGLE'S DAUGHTER

I have seen you plane the many-songed horizon and skim the waters' depths and dims, or slice its flung troughs and peaks. I have heard, with bugles in my blood, your tread resound the trammeled dust. I salute, not uniforms, but those who give them substance. I am one among the eagle's many daughters, wife of his traveled nest, and you are arrow and olive branch and freedom's wings. I have seen you don your battle-colored pride and march confident, polishbooted, to the drums of history. I have heard, reverberant in my breast, the pound and rattle of a war and did not lose my faith; though your wounds wounded me. For I am one among the eagle's many daughters, providing succor from the nest as you provide the fledgling future beneath your steelveined wings. No finelined protocols prevent the darkling night; the eagle lives! to soar. Irontaloned, fierce of beak, he strikes the gloried dawning. Jealousproud he hunts uncertain peace or with strident screak brings down his prey in strife, protects the myriad distances of his keep and, often, with his life. I have seen your face care-worn and drawn while your hard honor spread the earth in uncompromising span. I have heard, with bursting heart, the crisp of banners in the wind and your stern oath reecho like the Voice of God, Whose Hand so firmly grasps your own and rests upon your head. I am one among the eagle's many daughters, mere wife of the traveled nest; yet you bear the fire for the flame that lights broad wings. We, who follow on the ground, who build the aerie, who plump the nest, are blessed. For we have bright privilege to hear bugles others never hear, to taste of winds of passing flight, to see----as others never see---- the eagle's sacrifice. And might.

Copyright © 1988,1997 Kathleen Anspach Preddy

***For my father, Malcolm L. Anspach (1923-1994), who served his country for 27 years, through three wars, and who kept his faith. And for all the many, many thousand other heroes of his ilk. You are my heart.***

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