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Post by Ken Corbett on Feb 16, 2004 16:06:55 GMT -5
My brother, you and I have stood upon this selfsame shore, on our travels through the wood; though you came long before.
I can only vaguely dream what purpose brought you here, to spear the salmon in the stream or stalk the furtive deer.
I see the trail you once walked down, where it winds through leafy glen, though your peaceful teepee town has long since left the world of men.
I envy not your hardship ways, your struggle to live off the land. Many must have been the days when the end seemed close at hand.
And when the winter blast blew cold, how flimsy was your shelter, and when the summer sun beat down, how in the heat you’d swelter.
Yet you were master of your fate in ways more so than I today. So sad that time should separate two souls who tread the same woods way.
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Post by Elle Rush on Feb 18, 2004 21:29:46 GMT -5
I can't get enough of that last stanza!!! So true....... so much of the destiny seemingly so far out of our hands, these days. so much determined by who our fathers are, how much money they have, where we attended school, etc... thought-provoking and very real.
You've had a creative blast, I see! KEEP at it!!
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Post by AquarianM on Mar 6, 2004 20:47:07 GMT -5
I really, really like this piece. It fits the world view I have very very well. Excellent!
Dan
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