ALWAYS LOOK SKYWARD
"A man in the prairie observed an eagle fatally wounded by a gunshot.
He writes: "With his eyes gleaming...he slowly turned his head, giving one last...longing look towards the sky.
He’d often swept those starry spaces with his wonderful wings...the sky was the home of his heart. There he had displayed his strength a thousand times...played with the lightening and raced the wind.
Now far from home, the eagle lay dying, because just once he forgot and flew too low...My soul is that eagle. This isn’t its home. It must never lose its skyward look"