The Eagle's Call

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Photo By Emily Toews

Madeline Rock, Poetry, 7th Grade

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The roses may be a capturing red,

But they’re covered in thorns.

Violets may be a vibrant blue,

But so are the tears of the one who mourns.

 

I look out of the window,

Hoping to see something. Anything.

A miracle rising from the ashes,

Something worth of self-healing.

 

But nothing trots over to my door.

I watch as tears fall from my face.

The sight is only painful to see,

As she left me, with hardly a trace.

 

I hope for a blessing from heaven above,

In show of thanks as she had benefit from our care.

A new life of joy running to me.

But nothing happens; soon I turn to despair.

 

This hope will never end,

As I’m swimming in grief.

I try to honor her remains,

For respect is my belief.

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