POEM 46 MY TIME
MY DAYS ARE NOT CROWDED AND
MY HOURS ARE VERY MANY THERE
IS SO...
Threads sewn so very tightly, to make a quilt, to tell a story, the colors blended from dried powders,...
As the drums beat, the mother earth stands still, as she listens to the song of the wild, it echoes through...
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In a leather pelt, bundled, wrapped in woolen colors, with tender hands, a blanket of wild, a babe asleep...
The birch trees lined up in a row, where the violets bed below, the silver mounds of moss, the clovers,...
Violet purple iris, fill the fields across the velvet green emerald valleys, the canary yellow finch...
Wooden brush, rock, and stone, scattered leaves, and broken branches, muddy waters
Lay within the...
Tapestries of yellow, green, blue, and red, are painted everywhere, in the portrait of my life
I...
To touch the earth, to feel the soil of the very beginning, to know their is another spirit
Where...
I remember when the sounds of war began, and then, I remember the sounds of death
Though the world...
Branches of happiness, of love, endless roots of faith, where I planted a seed, now, a place for my friend...
As the burnt orange gemstone sets, across the turquoise of the mystic sky
The calm of the dusk,...
Mother Earth is crying because her trees are being chopped Mother Earth is crying because her...
From the clouds beyond the mountains That reach up to the sky. In the heavens far above them...
He called me Wildfire
And said my eyes were like dragon flies
He promised to take me out of...
All IDs thrown into the fire all gold and silver packed he found it He is the...
