A Spring Rises Up Too Sing Poem by James McLain

and thus it is, deep in you
that i am hidden,
as many were they
unlike i whom came
and went before.
sleeping in the tent
where a spring rises up too sing.
and the well of breath and words
you know they take me too.
and you lead me too swim within clear,
sweet the answers.
always and as many others are their very,
clever questions
while each and every one i have,
you know i ask of you.
and ' Woman'
you are the eagle, i am but the sparrow.
in your heart, you hide it away.