I
saw a Bald Eagle yesterday, enormous and startlingly handsome. It rested on the branch of a giant pine tree
that sat just above the Bloody Pond. I
wondered if it were from God sent as sentinel over this hallowed earth and bit
of water guarding the forgotten lives of youngsters whose bones sewed back
America. Betty and I biked deeper into the
woods and rode along the ancient Indian mounds that lay high above the Tennessee
River. More bones sewing together a land
before it was named America. I sat
beside the river and wondered how long You would tarry. Until someone else sat beside this river in a
post-historic future when no one will know the name America? I was moved to know even then Eagles will
guard Your earth and rivers will water it.
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