James W. Ferris

James served in the US Air Force during WWII and is also a Korean Veteran. He resides in Sherman, Texas.


We come as a gathering of Eagles
We are warriors of sorts every one
We have flown from the far horizons
To rest from our days in the sun

We have spread our wings over oceans
Swept the earth with our gaze
Answered the call to our duty
Given the world our best days

History stands as our witness
To battles we have fought and won
The staff that carries our banner
Is bloodied by the deeds we have done

We left our comrades on foreign soil
Their souls now rest in God’s hands
They are the spent generation
Their blood is mixed with the land

Though our feathers are ruffled and grey
The beat of our wings is not stilled
Now we must fly to the end of the sky
To see the dream of peace fulfilled

Author’s Note: Published in the Anthology “A Far Off Place” by the National Library of Poetry