The Golden Eagle is a joint effort by Steve and John Mara. Steve lived the story of the poem, having flown from the nest to California to spread his wings and finally see where he can fly. John wrote the story down. John has published more than a dozen short stories in many venues, including Scarlet Leaf Review.
The Golden Eagle
When the eaglets leave their nest
To see where they might fly
One must always stay behind
And the One never chirps ‘Why?’
The nest it still needs fixing!
A hand the grey birds need!
In wind, in rain, or through the snow
The One always flew the lead
Each eagle forms by how it lives
The way it works, it loves and plays
This One’s wings grew strong and wide
It too would fly away … someday
A door cracked open in the clouds
The sun shone brightly through
To lead the One right toward it
To see what it might do
When that Eagle left the cairn
The others waved goodbye
So glad to finally see it go
To get its chance to fly
And when that Eagle pierced the clouds
The others did behold
The One’s head had grown the whitest!
And see its plumage? Why, it’s tinted gold!
‘Cause that nest had steeled the Eagle
In silent ways we never knew
The Golden Eagle soared the highest
Once at last it got its due