Howling Wolf
The feeling of your touch
I know it in the brush of the wind
The heat of the sun
Sweeping down on my skin
A reasurrace of a hand on my shoulder
A tear wiped away
As it fell from the sky
I know much about you
Like your cowboys and indians
And the nights we would dance
a pow wow in the night lights
stars abrasive against our hearts
rubbing off the smudge and dirt
To say im proud would be an understatement
Our heritage may lie beneath the pavement
But in our hearts and in our words
The feathers still fly
Howling wolf, and I
Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2013
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