Friday, 12 August 2016 02:51

Whispers on the Wind

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Hear the whispers on the wind
That blows across the empty plains.
Hear the thunder of the buffalo.
Where silence now remains.

Hear the guiding words of wisdom
Passed down through all the years.
Hear the pounding of my heart
And the chanting in my ears.

Hear the Spirit voices calling,
Drumming, dancing, singing praise.
Hear the murmur of contentment,
Sustained by nature's ways.

Hear the raindrops on the tipi
Glimpse the shadows of the past,
Hear the laughter of the children,
Then ask why it didn't last.

Hear the whispers on the wind
That blows across the empty plains.
Hear the thunder of the buffalo
Where silence now remains.
Maureen

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