Tides and Moon

Poems

Boots and a guitar

Beautiful suffering, told in songBlaze Foley and old John PrineSing of life and love and longingHere on Indian Land If only we could only flyIf time could speak her mindin the land of loving huntersSounds upon the wind Boots and barefoot, feel the landSing the truth,  joy and painLet it carry on the wingsthat follow every friend

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Sycamore creek bed

Rocks, roots, water and leavesAll stopped by for a whileHere in a dry bed sycamore creekSome will be gone tomorrow Rocks, roots, water and timeLive and scrape at different speedsTime is steadyRocks resistWater and leaves keep changing places People and fishand cattle and squirrelsEach gets just a taste of the worldEvery river and snowflake and cityLoaded with

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Green Road

It’s hard to believe it can all keep goingThe numbers, the greed and fearToo many people on one small planetBringing our Earth to broken knees Maybe we’ve been in trouble beforeMaybe we came through cleanIf we don’t do it rightwhile we still have our eyes openThings can turn hot, and very mean  Death by heat is a

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