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The Eagle is Dancing by the Lake

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In the dawn, the statue stands in the fog by the lake. The leathers on his arm are seems flying in the wind. Then, in the misty place, he starts to dance. I don’t know what kind of dance he is doing, but it is so beautiful that I want to keep it so quiet. The Indian boy is dancing, like an eagle, flying in the sky.

That morning, I was walking by the lake; breathing the fresh air; enjoying the beautiful morning. It was foggy on the lake. What a beautiful scene. Everything was obscure, the trees, the lake and the land. In the mist, I saw, a great man was dancing by the lake. His dancing was filled up with bravery and power. I know that he is one of the spirits of Culver. He loves Culver as much as us. He dances for us everyday and never gets tired. We respect him as a hero, as an example. When we have parade or retreat, he will watch and smile to encourage us. We know, he is the eagle of Culver.





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