2 new poems from Staci-lee Sherwood : Eagles Landing & Annie and the Legacy of Plastic

Eagle’s Landing

The icon of American freedom
Once soared the skies
In numbers too big to count
But that is all changed now

Much of their land has been taken
Destroyed 
By those claiming ‘progress’
But for the eagle
It just means homelessness

Their food is now scarce
Poisoned by pesticides
Or killed by development
Again because of ‘progress’

How can they survive 
Against the human machine
Of self preservation 
That propels us to build a world of steel
Where little else has value

How can we treat our national symbol
With such disdain
We have lost our connection
To Mother Earth

For the eagle this means a battle
Of life and death
Against an unseen enemy
That hides its true intentions


Who will win in a war of no winners
If we lose the eagle
We lose ourselves as well
We just don’t see
How our fates are intertwined

Every little eaglet
Brings hope for the future
They don’t know how bleak we have made it
Only time will tell
If we all will still have a home on Mother Earth

Annie and the legacy of plastic

She greeted the morning with a yawn
Wings stretched out to catch the wind
As she soared through the air
Her eyes glazed the land for food

Annie the Anhinga was a bird 
Whose story is tragically common
She had a mate
She had a home
She had freedom 
They had their courtship, made their nest
Hoping like all parents 
The best for their chicks 


Life went on daily as planned
The pair tended to their chicks 
Best they could In a hostile world
They did not create 


She went out one morning to find food 
But instead found plastic
She returned to the nest 
But had no food 


The hungry chicks pecked at her beak 
Begging for her to feed them 
They tried to bite the plastic 
hanging from her beak.
We tried in vain to capture and save her
For two long days
We watched her struggle 
To scrap away the danger
She knew laid ahead


Her wings took her far away
And out of our reach 
We never saw her again
But her story does not end there


Her mate could not tend to all three chicks
And made the unbearable choice of letting the youngest go
A slow end came for the little Anhinga
Death was a welcome relief to her pain
Her siblings were fed and survived


This is the legacy of plastic
We have left for others
Her life and death serve as a cautionary tale 
and we need to pay attention.

Bio: Lifelong preservationist, environmentalist and animal advocate. Published writer, blogger and poet. I write poetry for fun and investigative articles to educate and motivate people into action. My travels and passion to make the world a better place inspires my writing. I’m an avid photographer and hiker who calls the east coast home with my rescue kitties.

By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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