The Wooden Flute Sings

Written by: Debbie Guzzi

From the mountain's peak, the wooden flute sounds
the lamas leap and the water falls clear
mindful, the wind's play on the Quechua's ground 

The majesty of the Andes astounds
for from behind the clouds, the peaks reappear.  
From the mountain's peak, the wooden flute sounds

Like great red-clay dunes or snow capped mounds
courts rise and fall in terrain, so austere 
mindful, the winds play on the Quechua's ground 

Rainbows of red, blue, and gold oft surround
distant ruins of gray stones now severe. 
From the mountain's peak, the wooden flute sounds

Solid, earth-bound, sun-browned, lost to the hounds
so Quechua shepherds bound stairs cavalier 
mindful, the winds play on the Quechua's ground 

Pachamama's love surrounds without bounds 
long gone are the conquer's all life is here,
from the mountain's peak, the wooden flute sounds
mindful, the winds play on the Quechua's ground. 


* Quechua is one of the native people of Peru
**The Dominican Monks set hounds trained to kill 
on the natives who refused conversion.
*** Pachamama, fertility Godess in Incas Mythos