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Sweet Infusion
I breathe in the infused
Essence of my ancestral lands
My heart is as one with its beauty
I long for the feel
Of natural grass -- beneath my feet
And the sweet floral blends
How--Enticing to the eye’s
I watch the rain cloud in reddened sky
Bearing the teardrops of heaven
Readying themselves to spill ~
As a sweet tasteless elixir;
Upon the winds, to touch the earthen floor…
I dream, of the cool water’s edge
Watching the fish jumping upstream
While sitting in an old birch tree…
I carry freshly picked berry fruit
In an old papyrus sack and
Dance beneath the moon
I dream of the cool water’s edge
Watching the fish jumping upstream
While sitting in an old birch tree…
I listen to the timber wolf howling in the hills
Possibly in search of his mate ~
I dine on peaches and cream -- it is now getting late…
Drawing fresh water in which to bathe
I grab homemade soap to wash my back
Cleansed, are these ole bones of mine…
Night works its magic: as I climb into my nap-sack,
Viewing totem clustered stars in form of the bear
I can be found in a state of euphoric bliss –
The crickets’ chip, all is as it should be
While camping beneath the stars of my youth--
Accepting of natures sweet infusions…
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