Grand Canyon Smiles
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I come to this place often
to hear my grandfather speak wisdom in the wind
even under swollen moon they say you can see his spirit rise
high above canyons ridge
telling a tale of sightfullness
Oh tell me great eagle that soars
why did he have to die
now I feel like that of the caged crow
with wings that have been clipped
but I will live for another sun to rise
to touch that of an doves feather
Entry For P.D Contest
G.L. All
Chosen Form
Dramatic Monoloque
Written 6/19/11
Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2011
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