This is my domain, though at times I barely recognize the land that met the sky on the wings of my ancestors. Now it is divided into parcels and corridors of parched earth and concrete that channel swirling desert winds.
I crave missing monsoon rains. I grieve for the fallen in war and peace. I pause to observe the pain, pestilence, and progress. I wince over apathy and shortsightedness. I am blind to none of it.
Call me a scavenger or opportunist if you will. I am imperfect like you. I am a survivor, a symbol of what is right and wrong. I was nearly gone and forgotten. Now I am standing guard over the mystery and mayhem that is my home.
Mark Johnson Stories 
I love this observation from our National bird’s perspective.
Thank you.
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Thank you, Carolyn!
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A majestic American image. Thank you for your poetry!
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Glad you enjoyed it, Tom!
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Beautiful–the eagle and your words.
On Mon, May 31, 2021 at 2:42 PM Mark Johnson Stories wrote:
> Mark Johnson posted: ” On May 27, 2021, I captured this majestic image of > a bald eagle spreading its wings, perched atop a telephone pole, gazing > east, standing guard along Hayden Road near my home in Scottsdale, Arizona. > This is my domain, though at times I barely recogni” >
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Thank you, Carol!
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Wow, what an amazing shot (and moment for you), Mark!
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Thanks Mitch! Yes, it was such a gift to be in the presence of this majestic bird.
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