(this is dedicated to my brother William John McDonald who inspired this poem from Susquehanna P.A. May his words be heard within this poem. I love you big brother) br br As the rocks get carryed away by man and erosion the eagels br feel the intrusion taking there nest like a theif in the night.. The eagles br have to take flight br threw the morning and night the eagles search for new homes br so their children are not hurt.. Little peeps and cries from the mountainside.. Some times they die.. Fall to shore too young to soar.. br Why do people do this why and what for.. Soon you will see the eagle no more br you will have to ask your self br who will fly the red, white and blue br we all know this to be true br eagles are loosing there fight br could this be the end of the USA br as we hang our heads in shame and dismay br Susquehanna Pa longs for aid to save the eagles br nesting place threw their guns and dynamite br wake up your losing your land br day by day the stone men cut there stone br before you know it our children will pay br through sadness and dismay I guess this was br not a good day...