The Poetry of
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Sitting high up in the tree
waiting and watching
silence in the air
the sound of the whispering wind
brushing gently against the leaves
a call from across the way
Great Goddess she's coming!
protect your little ones
shuffling around as mother's
hide away they're flock
silence sweet babes do not peep
for she will hear you and know.
Voice resonating through the trees
Creeeeel Creeeeeeel!!!
Great Hawk souring high,
gather sisters to defend
black feathers flapping, cawing
white dove watches and shivers
mocking bird in all her anger
for today Hawk will bring change
who shall be the sacrifice
which one of us will she choose
Swooping down, grabbing in midair
the young one who did not hear
the warning caws, claws grasping
taking, lifting high, her wings powerful
as she disappears into the sky
the chatter in the trees returns.
until Hawk comes again.
Copyright © May 2001 Crow
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Crow's Poem
Remember when we played
with gentle buffalo
our skin like deer we wore so proud
protecting us from snow
your hair still flowing black
but your skin coppered like mine
we laughed and played such silly games
our love was so divine
Eagle flew so high above
we knew her as our friend
Great Jaguar how we honored her
with love that had no end
Great bear who taught us how to fish
and catch up streaming trout
Beaver helped us build our home
True love with out a doubt
Turquoise worn around your neck
a gift that was from me
the little bird that did peck
upon great sister tree
made us always want to dance
our spirits running free
But then one day did darkness come
upon Great Mother land
the conquerors came shedding blood
with strange objects in their hand
I tried to sacrifice myself
So you would be set free
strange arrow sprang into your heart
you took it there for me
in my arms you slipped away
my eyes began to tear
Great Mother please my voice did cry
In hopes that she would hear
Though you take her life away
her soul is bound to mine
for there will be another day
our love again we'll find
The time is now I walk alone
my heart is not complete
I see you there upon a bench
I'm drawn to take a seat
It's YOU, I say I think I know
you smile and look at me
remember when the earth was young
I closed my eyes to see.
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