Today as I walked along
I danced to a different drummers' song...

And with hands held high
 
to the great silken sky 

was an Eagle who was grounded
 
~counldn't fly~

And there on his head
 
was an earth walker instead
 
of the warm west wind on his wings...
 
And both stood in awe,
 
so touched by what they saw
 
that their joy of understanding was their grief.

 SOURCE:
AUTHOR: Kala Rains
This poem was chosen for publication in
Nature Echo's, a collection of poetry by the
Library of Congress.


You can see more poetry at the House of Rains