Chief...
Thunder Rolling Down the Mountain
Gets my attention every Time as I
Stand staring at Blue striking ground
Peace was heard throughout the land
And out of the Looking Glass a hand
Was extended. in kind. sharing mind
and the art of heart. Mother Earth.
"Truth requires, little words"
is what I heard.
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