(this is dedicated to my brother William John McDonald who inspired this poem from Susquehanna P.A. May his words be heard within this poem. I love you big brother) <br /> <br />As the rocks get carryed away by man and erosion the eagels <br /> feel the intrusion taking there nest like a theif in the night.. The eagles <br /> have to take flight <br />threw the morning and night the eagles search for new homes <br />so their children are not hurt.. Little peeps and cries from the mountainside.. Some times they die.. Fall to shore too young to soar.. <br /> Why do people do this why and what for.. Soon you will see the eagle no more <br />you will have to ask your self <br />who will fly the red, white and blue <br />we all know this to be true <br />eagles are loosing there fight <br />could this be the end of the USA <br />as we hang our heads in shame and dismay <br />Susquehanna Pa longs for aid to save the eagles <br /> nesting place threw their guns and dynamite <br />wake up your losing your land <br />day by day the stone men cut there stone <br />before you know it our children will pay <br />through sadness and dismay I guess this was <br />not a good day...<br /><br />Fredrick McDonald<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-will-fly-the-red-white-and-blue/
