poems and essays on September 11, 2001
The Eagle Has Landed
John J. Hacker
The Lady in the harbor
Stands at vigilant guard
Sheltering the many wards
She has so sworn to protect.
Her torch, forever ablaze
Serves as a Beacon of Hope,
A symbol of Freedom;
That until recent times
Has never been so apparent.
With a watchful eye
She sees from the South
The Approaching Wings of Another Sentry,
Talons open, as if ready to pounce
On an Unseen cowardly enemy.
He circles with steadfast determination,
Eyes focused on the devastation below
Searching with blatant fervor
A place to rest his weary wings.
He takes aim and opens his claws
Towards a perch above a symbol
That epitomizes his beliefs and passions
A piece of cloth in three different colors,
Red, White, and Blue.
He hesitates and looks in all directions,
An ear-piercing shriek permeates his beak
Another Guardian stands at post.
For, The Eagle Has Landed.
originally posted at the WriteGallery on February 24, 2002
Poem © 2002 John J. Hacker, all rights reserved
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