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One fall morning..

The raven sat on the telephone line
as crow was cawing between space and time
Doves were stretching their throats in song
all here bringing in the dawn
Sun was rising chasing night away
as I welcomed another day
grass was wet with morning dew
leaves all falling as wind blew
crispy air kissed my face
right then and there I knew my place
under sky so mighty blue
I said to Spirit that I love you
River flowed to and fro
filling up my thirsty soul
steamy stack puffed to the west
as beaver paddled home to rest
I humbly thanked the elements to
and sent blessings off to you
this is my town and you my tribe
as Moon went out with the tide
September fell into October then
the circle turning with no end...

Another one by Davey!

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Comment by Serenaa on August 4, 2017 at 9:31am

beautiful poem

Comment by Reverend David W Dunbar on August 5, 2017 at 10:49am

Thank you!


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