The Eagle Feather ( from Crossing at Sweet Grass) An eagle feather dances with the wind and then settles. It has traveled far soaring across the prairie and over mighty rivers. Now it rests on a tree branch and dangles before me. I pick it up and brush it across my cheek. Treasuring the freedom it represents, I wonder about secrets locked inside. Adventure has beckoned me to escape dull farm life. Fate has taken me to a rugged, wild land. It is all survival now. How could I possibly have known the promises this feather held? Until in an instant, wind picks it up, the feather whirls away and I follow it home. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading...