Playing his flute
carved by hand
Kodiak wanders
wanders this land
East to west
back and forth
finding his way
his way up north
Making his way
sharing his kindness
opening eye's
closed to blindness
Kindness of others
well received
teaching of knowledge
once believed
A native shaman
may be indeed
sharing his remedy
of herbs and seed
Making his way
leaving behind
sacred knowledge
how to be kind
Sharing his wares
making his way
living his life
day after day
Alone in solitude
a life long lease
easing the pain
believing in peace
Alone in the woods
he sits and ponders
of life and love
Kodiak wanders.
©2014
BB Lee.
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