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Shadow Eagle |
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la hac' awwni Junior Member
since 1999-08-02
Posts 44Euless, Tx, 76039 |
I await...at the edge of the Forest... for the feather of an Eagle to fall, to hold in my outstretched hand to fly once again. In my grasp of my right hand a tan and white feather flies in the Wind. Once twice-thrice I hear the strident voice of Shadow Eagle. Stonewalls and Oak Trees an Indian Maiden be and someone else I cannot see. Looking, searching finding what was lost now found. Sunshine peeking through green leaves, shadows dispelled in afternoon light. A brown wallet old and torn lying underneath of an old wooden wheel, rusty ax, and a musket. We three sitting, singing not in unison an old song roundabout ...mayar tambien... many more words. 3 wolfcubs come out of the woods shy friendly stumbling. Above the trees O so high circling and flying off. Setting of the Western sun of stonewalls and Oak Trees an Indian Maiden be an someone else I could not see. I await ------------------ |
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