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Echoes of the Heart
There are echoes I hear, old songs in the dark of the Indian ways, of long ago days, still heard all around, in our valley below... Where their dreams of tomorrow, are still sung by the lark.... As the twilight would come, under a red setting sun, with the fragrance of loam, and the tired walk done... they would bed under trees where the heather was strewn they would burn a small fire, and prepare a warm meal, with smoke in the breeze, while the whippoorwill's song would, drift by the face of the moon On their heels was the dust, in the noontime sun They journeyed from tribes from the dusk of the past, wearing the colorful hope of tomorrow's new task Moving to where the buffalo roam Then moving again, to find a new home There are echoes I hear, old songs in the dark of the Indian ways, of long ago days, still heard all around, in our valley below... Where their dreams of tomorrow, are still sung by the lark.... ____________________________________ For Gail's Contest: Echoes of the Heart
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