I travel from dawn to twilight
never knowing what the
new day
born to sunrise golden
hills will bring to me
The stones and rivers
laugh at me and my load as
we wander on whispering
pine carpeted floors
while the echoes of a
thousand ancestors say
to deaf-blind me:
look upon the sky and see
and the meadows will
be your bed.
Published in the Spring 1972 edition of EVOLUTION
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A really great poem, like it, a great write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, Evil Rising.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is a nice piece of poetry