Here we all are standing and looking to the hills for something

Although we know not what comes and from where it will get here 

We stand and go nowhere 

With our arms akimbo, and our hearts in fear 

Hoping for what’s a coming to  save us and deliver us from dread 

We look up and stretch our hands as we wait for the fall of our daily bread 

As we wait, for a song we’ve never heard 

With our ears to the ground and our eyes up ahead 

The virtue of patience becomes a safety net 

And a resilient mind becomes the prize instead 

Our eyes search north and south and round and round 

For the gloomy and ominous sky to present the best of itself 

But all we seemed to find is skeletons in closets and bones in shelves 

With our sight still afront on the zenith of the hill

The sultry sun obscures our view and obstructs the way we feel ;

But now it shines it’s light upon something in the sky too far to see

Which, Now descending we see a plane, or a kite, oh an eagle 

With its wings clapping a brilliant beat

And the luster of its radiant skin introducing a variant feel 

To all of us at the foot of the hill

As the sunlight peeps again from behind a foamy cloud 

We see hope, bright and anew at last 

We bask in it and hear the beautiful song 

Just as beautiful as the scenery that we see 

Just as beautiful as you and me 

And as the eagle soars and glides

We change course to take a look at it as it lands on the branch of a tree

And we all run to it before the count of three and hope it’s not momentary 

Something has come to save us from the hands and ruin of cruelty

The bird, the hero of this poem, A nation on the wings of poetry