We are those who choose to live in Eagleby
Where the air is home to eagles flying free,
Where the life we live is tranquil
And for this we’re ever thankful,
But this “Place Of Eagles” soon may cease to be.
Our environment is now under attack
And the future of our Wetland’s looking black,
But the Powers-That-Be will rue it
If they build a road right through it
For after it’s gone it’s never coming back.
All the Wetlands and the rivers and the trees,
All the birdlife and the creatures there that breed
Will be gone from us forever
And we lose another treasure –
Mother Nature given extra wounds to bleed.
Why is government by people without vision
Where the common voice is just met with derision?
Will the leaders of our nation
Always rule by obfuscation
Or will truth and common sense cause a collision?
In the meantime eagles fly in Eagleby
And they soar and glide and turn so beautifully
And I find it so distasteful
That a creature oh so graceful
Can be put at risk by those who dare not see.
