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Grounded Eagle's Drum
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
~couldn'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.
Kala Rains
This poem was chosen for publication in
Nature Echo's, a collection of poetry by the
Library of Congress
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