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~ Orannhawk
they sing
whispering
trills
at
night
darkness
punctured
with
silver
stars
town owl
called out
papaw
counted
the days
did
they know
his
superstitions
he
brought
others
from
the barn
they
stared
into
my soul
as if to
bind
me to them
sitting
on his
arms
in his lap
comfortable
they knew
his spirit
different
messages
silent
melodies
whispered
to me
he
held
no fear
of
their songs
they
stared
i waved
and
nodded.
We Know
~ Orannhawk
crow sings
letters
on
fluttering
pages
what
to
say
what
to
write
do
they
even
realize
crow
muses
it is
historic
these
squiggles
these
songs
these
words
humans
can
be odd
crow
continues
light a match
fan a flame
try
and
erase
what
was
what
is
this
is
not
fahrenheit
451
fluttering
wings
smother
the
sparks
collect
them
all
these
banned
tomes
protect
them
all
history
is
history
little
revisionists
we
know
we
remember
crows
don’t
forget
faces
of
corruption
we know
Voice of the Water
~ Debby Wyman Ball
Passing silently, through the shadow
The mighty trees stand tall; surround me.
There, the voice that I follow,
In the dark, beyond what I can see.
It was the season of long shadow.
The time when leaves begin to fall.
Beneath the moon; her hazy glow,
The old one's voice begins to call.
The voice is ancient, soft and warm,
Beckoning softly toward the moonlight,
Guiding me to her flowing form,
There I see the moon's reflection bright.
I sit in peace by the gentle water,
Knowing that I must find a way,
To teach all the sons and daughters,
That for the water we must pray
And stop the ways in which we harm her,
Stop the greed and blind eyes we turn.
We must love and keep our waters pure.
This is what they must learn.
The water is our flowing life source.
But, sadly, she is under threat
From greed and those with no remorse,
Who care not what they beget.
Who will protect our running waters?
Our lakes and rivers and seas?
We must, you and I, our sons and daughters,
We must do it now; won't you join me, please?