Red Hawk
Hallowed ground
trampled with no
remorse for unearthed
bones
Ancestor's dust returns
to the four winds and
the grandmother's
prophecy is fulfilled as
red hawk speaks
on a higher plane
than many can
ever comprehend
Painted ponies find
no graze when
humans stop
being human
and the world
forgets it's worth
Lynn West
(c) 2012
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- MoonAngel
- I love writing poetry and certainly hope that you will enjoy my words. Whether they inspire, motivate or touch your heart, I hope that you can relate to these writings and find your own poetry within. I enjoy life and making people feel good about themselves. I practice Yoga, Reiki and believe light work and positive reinforcement is the best thing you can do for others. I have much to learn in life and believe that if we aren't learning, we aren't growing, and in fact, we aren't living...
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