Open Poetry #19 |
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Crossing Boundaries |
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ShadowRider Senior Member
since 2001-07-14
Posts 1038USA ![]() |
crossing boundaries peace sits gently in wigwams yesterday was once a treasured friend clay-skinned men of the plains danced for the sun hunted to feed burgundy babies and smoked to attain the Gods aerie but the day came when the Gods were slaughtered eagle-soaring dreams were grounded and arrows with steel points were turned against themselves the Council circle is smaller the men: much fewer the sadness: much deeper tomorrow parched sand will bleed again for now the hunt is not for food but. . . for other men |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
ShadowRider, I love it when you go native to bring back wisdom. Kethry Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown |
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ShadowRider Senior Member
since 2001-07-14
Posts 1038USA |
Kethry: Now! Now! going Commando never entered my imagination. History repeats itself under dark circumstances and it begs to be transcribed Thank you K, for staying awake and replying. *smile* tSR |
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Kelley_Edwards Junior Member
since 2001-10-16
Posts 21USA |
I enjoyed this, the rise and demise of the Native American, well done. |
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