Legends Upon The Whispering Winds


                     
The mists of yesterday rise upon the mountains
of once upon a time when the ancients walked
throughout the realms of the distant past.

Proud was the heritage of those who dwelled
amongst the beauty of that which was
created by the makers hand.

Life was lived in serene simplicity
when the Earth Mother provided all that was needed
for existance upon her fruitful lands.

Joyous were the celebrations of a life
that had yet been untouched by
the clenching fists of mankind.

Waterfalls of mellow beauty flowed
in abundance into the mountains
and valleys of forever more.

Tranquility unfolded in nights of star lit wonder
where camp fires burned on the dawning horizons
of future journeys yet unseen.

Great were the stories that were carved in the memories
of elders with wisdom abounding being passed
from generation to generation with pride.

Edlers spoke in the stillness of the night
disturbed only by the occassional crackling
within the fires that burned of eternity.

The white wolf spirit listened with respect
from yon mountain side, with understanding
that he has grown in wisdom  with his native brothers.


  

Luna peeks from amongst the pines hidden in silver glow
as the white wolf spirit howls his presence
into the skies of the night.

~Those days of old have long since passed~


The past has slowly diminshed as it has been
dealt with harshly by the cruel hand of mankind,
yet  
    still,
the mists gather,
  Luna eternally shines,
the mountains listen,
          and the heart that seeks



can still hear the white wolf howling
breaking through the silence of eternity
as he calls to the brotherhood of spirits
uniting   they gather   once again~

~Their legends can still be heard
upon the whispering winds~

(c)  Donna Smith  06-19-02

[This message has been edited by Gentle Spirit (06-22-2002 09:50 AM).]

Cold hands means a warm heart

Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind.  Unknown

This is absolutely gorgeous, Donna...
Both the poem and the pictures which go so well with it...
Beautiful job

~ lots of hugs

Lyra

copyright2002 Lyra Nesius

"poetry is life distilled"  Gwendolyn Brooks

"It's not about having what you want ...
It's wanting what you've got"

S.C.

I could have missed the pain, but I'd have had to miss the dance~~(Garth)

MC, thank you.     Sometimes all I have to do is listen......and the words just come.  Thank you and hugs.

Enjoy life, this is NOT a dress rehearsal.

{on the wings of words are spirits fly...and our souls are free~me}