The Eagle Trail
From rock-built nest,
The mother eagle, with a threatning tongue,
Utters a warning scream. Her shrill voice rings
Wild as the snow-topped crags she sits among;
While hovering with her quivering wings
Her hungry brood, with eyes ablaze
She watches every shadow. The water calls
Far, far below. The sun’s red rays
Ascend the icy, iron walls,
And leap beyond the mountains in the west,
And over the trail and the eagle’s nest
The clear night falls.