An eagle's nest on the head of an old redwood on
one of the

precipice-footed ridges

Above Ventana Creek, that jagged country which
nothing but a fallen

meteor will ever plow: no horseman

Will ever ride there, no hunter cross this ridge
but the winged ones, no

one will steal the eggs from this fortress.

The she-eagle is old, her mate was shot long ago,
she is now mated

With a son of hers.

When lightning blasted her nest she built it
again on the same tree, in

the splinters of the thunder bolt.

In a broken shack an old man takes his time about
dyin'

And just at the back a wild flowerbed that he'll
lie in

In dawn's new light a man might venture

A horse drawn stage from Monterey.

The she-eagle is older than I: she was here when
the fires of eighty-five

raged on these ridges,

She was lately fledged and dared not hunt ahead
of them, but ate scorched

meat.

The world has changed in her time; humanity has
multiplied,

But not here; men's hopes and thoughts and
customs have changed, their

powers are enlarged, their powers and their
follies have become fantastic.

Spilled down the hill a wagon load of bodies lay
scattered, shipwrecked

at sea.

Limestone ore is all that mattered.

They took it from the hills right through the
cargo doors

How many ships have come and gone at Thurso's
landing shore?

The unstable animal never has been changed so
rapidly.

The motor and the plane and the great war have
gone over him,

And Lenin has lived and Jehovah died: while the
mother-eagle

Hunts her same hills, crying the same beautiful
and lonely cry

And is never tired: dreams the same dreams,

And hears at night the rock-slides rattle and
thunder in the

Throats of these living mountains.

It is good for man

To try all changes, progress and corruption,
powers, peace and anguish,

not to go down the dinosaur's way

Until all his capacities have been explored: and
it is good for him

To know that his needs and nature are no more
changed, in fact, in ten

thousand years than the beaks of eagles.

Of the eagle's plight, we know that nature's
balance is undone.

And it's the birthright of man to unify and live
his life as one.

A whisper of the word will let you soar with your
soul.