The Art of the Eagle
Usually during the months of September to November, the story of the sun’s production is beloved by many. The story of the sun started in these exact months, but the sun didn’t always have its glowing array. There is only one who knows the true beginning of the magnificent light that beams upon our world today, the Eagle.
The Eagle, known for its bravery, beauty, and patriotic symbols. The natives that lived in the land near the Eagle’s nest would worship it, they would give life for it, they believed it would cure all the evil that was and would come into the world.
One afternoon, a woman of about 70 years, hiked up the great mountain, there she would stand on the highest peak and speak with the Eagle. She often wondered about the sun, she regularly would gaze into its blinding ray and let the warmth of it embrace her. As she and the Eagle spoke for awhile, she asked, “how did the sun come to be?” Why does it shine so brilliantly?” The Eagle then turned toward the sun and smiled, “I am quite glad you asked.” As the Eagle began to tell the legendary story, the woman was already in aw. “If you have ever studied the sun, you’ll see that it is the color of fresh corn from our view.” “Yes, but how did it become that way?” the woman asked.
“There is another who can tell you that part of the story” the Eagle said. “But who and where do I find him?” the woman answered with bewilderment. “You’ll find him where the land meets the water below the mountain.”
10). The text showed the bird’s perseverance that, despite successfully facing many trials. ultimately led to failure. It is inferred throughout the story that the majestic is bird is not local to the area where
Long before the star in the sky gave us warmth and the rock in the sky gave us it’s luminous presence, there were two people. The sun and the moon. Sun was a fierce warrior and proud to his merit. Moon was gentle, soft spoken and often vague with their words. These two polar beings lived in harmony with one another for centuries, that was until Moon felt the pang of hunger. Sun could sense disturbance in the air as Moon began to speak “I’m hungry”. Sun knew what was about to arise, these two words conjoined in sentence would be his undoing. Reluctant, knowing the outcome, he asked “What do you want to eat”. The three words in response would send a fluster of annoyance and agitation towards Sun, these three words would be “I don’t know”. Visible
The bald eagle was chosen to represent America because it shows great strength, beauty, and long life. When you serve for our country, your character shows great strength as the bald eagle does. Which is why I chose to paint the eagle. We remember our heroes as courageous, dedicated, and remarkably strong. Our service members, arose and continue to arise to serve for our country that has given them, and us so much.
The Native Americans believed that in the story “Coyote Places The Stars”, a coyote wonders why his wolf brothers look up at the sky every night. Well when the wolves finally tell the coyote that there are animals up in the sky. The coyote shot arrows up into the sky to create a ladder to be able to climb to the stars and visit the animals above. As they climbed to the stars they found two bears roaming the skies. The coyote decided to leave the wolves with the bears and as he climbed down the arrows he took one out at a time so the wolves couldn’t leave. As the coyote looks up at the night sky, he is pleased on how the arrangement of the stars look so he begins to arrange other stars as well, pleased with work he told Meadowlark to tell people who looks at the stars that it was the coyote who has placed the stars, now Meadowlark tells everyone about coyote and the stars ("Native American Legends").
The old man was lamenting to his son the fact that he had lost all his hair, which, in the days of his youth, had been the envy of all the other young men. (And some women, although he was not aware of that). The son, who had heard the story many times before, had turned his attention to the night sky. As his father was going on and on about the color his hair had been, (a beautiful golden blond), the son had an idea. "Father" he said, pointing up to the sky, "do you see that cluster of stars up there, just beyond the lion?" The father studied the sky for a moment, then nodded. The son continued, "Does it not look like your hair did, in the days of your youth?" The father studied the sky again for a minute or two then nodded again. "Well," the son continued, " if the sky shows your hair then you will not need to describe it any more, as it is forever immortalized in the sky, your gift to humanity." The father turned to his son with tears in his eyes, and gave the lad a giant hug, thanking him for giving him his hair back. There on the road, the father and son had a tearful celebration of their own, albeit for different reasons. Unbeknownst to them, a traveling minstrel had heard the entire exchange, and had collapsed from laughter. The minstrel waisted no time in spreading the story in taverns across the land, till everyone had heard the tale of the old
Wow! Talk about variety. In this piece of writing, information is essential. When we talk about the sun, it is the big yellow circle that comes out once a day and makes us sweat. Here in this detailed literature written by Steven Szokolay is compelling. The particulars written by Szokolay are captivating, such as his analysis about the Sun and time, something as essential as time is captivating when a reader is trying to connect the dots. Time is simple; it comes and goes, but always forward. The concept is grasped by the reader to enhance their engagement. Szokolay is going through the motions; he is explaining the world that revolves around the Sun, and not just the planets we have come to know. Math for example plays a huge role in everyday
Anyone who has ever gazed at the bright summer sky at night, even just for a while, can’t help not to ask himself – Where do we come from? How did all this
Once upon a time, there was an eagle, called King of the Sky, who lived in a cave on the side of a cliff. The eagle loved his kingdom very much. He was the protector of the land. The eagle was planning to face his cousin, Spike, because he was polluting the kingdom by throwing rubbish into the river. Spike was known for having a bad temper, and resolving issues by using violence.
this rationalization is the basis of Stephen’s internal epiphany; she is, toStephen, “an envoy from the fair courts of life”. This wholesome bird-like girl with “long
At the beginning of the novel when Abel was just a young boy, he had joined the Eagle Watchers Society. It was a learning experience for Abel as he got to experience watching these beautiful animals as they flew around the blue sky. They meant something to him, but at first he didn’t really know. Till one day, he looked up in the sky and noticed that one of the eagles had a snake in his mouth. In the Native American culture the eagle has a lot of wise meanings, but for Abel the eagle signified freedom within himself. He knew right then and there that he would later understand the eagle was always looking out for him. The eagle could have been looked at as messenger from a higher power. Freedom, vision, and power are what the young man strived
Historically, Americans treated their nation's symbol about as well as they did their other natural resources. Recent guesstimates of eagle numbers at the time of European settlement range from 25,000 to 75,000 birds, though the species distribution was spotty. Feeding largely on fish and carrion, and thus harmless to human interest, bald eagles were nevertheless classed as vermin, to be shot on sight. (Graham 2)
The fact that the eagle parents planned the nest shows how people should be ready for changes in life. The parents cooperating together makes everything better and successful. The fact that they put thorns doesn’t put predators in danger only but the kids as well, but this teaches them how they should be careful and even if they get hurt a bit, it is a lesson for them to be careful and not too relaxed which taught them a lesson.
She was an old, awfully pretty woman, who always silently sits by herself, holding a little bear doll with a picture of the boy. Looking at the sunrise, her cheerful eyes would always show her confident, it was the same color as the sky when the sunlight shine. Each day, as the cloud leave, the sun is shining with a little wind whispering, she would sing a song, a marvelous song she wrote. In front of the beautiful dazzling orange sunlight, pressing her rough palms together, tightly holding her both wrinkled hands up, she would peacefully pray to a luminous sun.
I walked to the kitchen shaken and confused. I look around my dimly lit kitchen opening cabinets and slamming them shut, annoyed that I can’t find a kettle. Eventually, as I am about to resign myself to a microwaved cup of tea, a metallic glint catches my eye. I reach for the kettle, an old fashioned silver thing currently on a high shelf. Just as I am about to get a firm grip on it, my hand slips and it comes crashing down to the floor. Sighing I bend down to pick it up. I then put it under the faucet and watch the water slowly climb up to the halfway point before setting it down on the stove. I wait until a the shrill whine of the boiling water alerts me it’s ready. I distractedly pour the hot water into a mug, thinking about the stairs. ‘How on Earth did that happen’ I am only brought back to earth when I pour hot water all over my hand. I sit at the kitchen table sipping my hot tea and watch the sun rise. It first dyes the sky pink, then gold and finally a bright, hopeful blue.
After travelling north for many hours, Alicia thought that perhaps she may have been lost. The organisation told her that there should have been an isolated town nearby, but there was no sign of it. No sign of civilisation whatsoever. There was only the mountainous scenery and the wild overgrown plant life that filled her field of vision in this deep and rather uncharted looking area of the island.