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Cowboy Poetry
EAGLE DANCER
Robert Atkin
A silhouette cast in the morning sun
Dancing against a fire lit sky
The rolling thunder of unseen drums
Listen; you'll hear the eagle cry
With twists and turns and flowing limbs
It cuts the air with rhythmic grace
The crescendo cry of unknown song
Takes a mind back to another place
A place where horizons have no end
And skies reach to infinity
Where waters flow clear and deep
No fences and all live free
In this place the land is sacred
Bequeathed for all to share
A mystic aura emanates
Protecting those within it's care
The song, the drum, the dancer
Are they real or are they dreams
Is it fringe or is it feather
Is it wind or eagle screams
Atlast there comes a silence
And the silhouette is no more
I lift my eyes to clear blue skies
And watch the eagle soar.
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