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The Guardian
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The Guardian |
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Kevo Member
since 2004-06-02
Posts 466Navarro County, Texas, USA 
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The Guardian Perched upon the black timber She watches over her young. Not yet capped in ivory They beckon her tend and protect them. At the witching hour she waits, scanning the tree tops and forest floor, defending her young…her weak. Ready to strike…to lash out …in the darkness, without fear or hesitation. Purposed in the defense of the hungry and of the innocent. Nary she sleeps a moment in abandon so that her young may find peace under cover of a cocked wing. Not so easily does the hunter prey upon the young and the innocent warmed by a mother’s breast and held by a mother’s eyes. Morning stirs her rested ones deep in the fold of her shielding wing. She lifts upon the embattled wind with wings outstretched in defiance of the dangers lurking far below. Found, the prey purposed in Hunting the young, the innocent, The tired, and the weak, is lifted into the trees within the grasp of her golden talon. Over these snow capped majesties she soars effortlessly while while her fierce cries of liberty foray the forest floor and embrace her black timber home. Her young await, unswayed by the terror of evening hunts. Nay she has ever let hunger linger or her promise of tomorrow burn with black timber towers stripped of their majesty. She keeps watch this very night as you slumber in the comfort of your embracing beds under her cocked wing of freedom. Copyright, Kevin V. Reese, 2004 |
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babygirlwlove Senior Member
since 2004-10-10
Posts 1180New York City |
wow..great spill....feels like an up close and personal nature walk... very nice, **babygirL** **Intoxicant to the SouL** |
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EvocativeVerse2 Senior Member
since 2003-09-10
Posts 1279 |
Hello Kevin...fine write here. Reminded me of home. Here in Iowa one of my biggest complaints is there are no real forested areas. Oh there are some small timbre groths...but not like in Canada where I was born. Love this piece my friend. Remember, if you're not part of the future, you're history! |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
beautiful! glad to see you here! |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
I think you have been looking out my kitchen window? Beautiful and I for never never take these trees for granted, they are majestic in every sense of the word. Beautiful stroll, thank you. |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
You write her nobility and valor well - I love to go and watch the eagles come in the early winter, or the osprey in the late spring, as they sore over the lakeside and nest in the trees - enjoyed this muchly-  SusanHappiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind. |
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froggy Senior Member
since 2003-06-23
Posts 1893Michigan |
Kevo, This truly beautiful in every sense of the word. Growing up in the country one sees more beauty than those living in cities with their big buildings. Thank-you for the smile. :-) Within this heart you'll find love |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Nay she has ever let hunger linger or her promise of tomorrow burn with black timber towers stripped of their majesty. Magnificent imagery here Kev. It's great to read you again. Nice to have you back. Mxx into this night i wonder, it's morning that i dread, another day of knowing of, the path i fear to tread. |
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