Sunday, October 11, 2009

Feathered Tears Comments

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I spied a bald eagle using the wind
To hunt for his prey.
He wandered afar as to leave my eyesight
Then soared with the wind
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John Shea
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Noreen Carden 14 July 2014

Terrific poem John and sadly a true story in every part of the world mans greed will always pose a problem for wildlife

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Unwritten Soul 29 October 2013

I found strength in this write, a beautiful spirit soar and awakening from here..when it fly eagle will wandering because life created to be traveled..Be strong eagle punish the wind because of tears! _SOul

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Shirley Hanley 17 December 2009

John, this is beautiful and insightful. Perhaps the Eagle is crying not only for the devastation to his home but also for us destroying ourselves. This shows what a sensitive and intuitive thinker you must be. Nice one. Namaste, Shirley

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Fay Slimm 01 November 2009

John - you have woven into the unique conception of this poem some needed appeals. Urgency of responsiblity flows through the piece - am glad I caught this one John. Top marks from Fay.

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Surya . 18 October 2009

wonderful idea and wonderful poem.it is left to eagle to study the present, voted10 surya

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Rachel Butler 13 October 2009

While we fought each war. While we wasted his land.While we let our greed Get out of hand Rachel Ann Butler

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Christine Schmidt 11 October 2009

I see bald eagles almost every day on my way to work and your poem will go through my thoughts when I see them next time. We can see their huge nest and watched the eaglets grow this year-wonderous vision! Today, we actually saw the 3 of them sitting in the dead tree in the river valley-one with his fresh catch in claw. Amazing, and I understand the message in your poem. Here in Minnesota the eagles are alive and well and growing.

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