Natasha Foster

Rookie - 18 Points (9/8/1997)

The Eagle By The Cherry Tree - Poem by Natasha Foster

The Robin, so quickly, perches on the fence,
He sings his tunes for hours.
But the Robin, so quickly leaves the fence,
He flies away before the spring showers.

Months and months later,
It's not the Robin who returns to me;
But a Bald Eagle, so gracefully perches,
On my wrought-iron fence by the Cherry Tree.

So bold is this new comer, by the Cherry Tree,
And eagerly we watch each other.
So patiently I wait, I wait to see,
And watch him fly away; I watch my Brother.

To this day, though my Brother is gone,
I shall never forget him, watching me.
My best friend, the Eagle,
On my wrought-iron fence by the Cherry Tree.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 10, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 31, 2013

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