RIDING THE WINDA Poem by Miss SharonBorn a century too late....I was born about a century too late. Beating drums of native ancestors skirts 'round my head and my feet yearn to dance the Dance Of Earth and plow through virgin terrain. My eyes are golden rods cast back in time. My ears are the sound of wagon wheels cutting rut deep, foraging a path out West where home was built by my own flesh and blood. The West winds blow their passion through my limbs and my mind is rich with history calling at dusk. Danger becomes adventure when the magic seeks her own...lying wait for all willing captives. Each boulder, rock, stream and mountain are mine and I belong to them by writ of the spirit gods. I am the buffalo riding Chinook winds to destiny and I will never look back to see what I've become. ~~~~ © 2015 Miss SharonFeatured Review
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4 Reviews Added on August 1, 2015 Last Updated on August 1, 2015 AuthorMiss SharonCOAboutMy name is Sharon, I am a retired piano teacher, I love the mountains where I hike and snowshoe, have had several poems published and love to write. I also love to read almost anything I can get my ha.. more..Writing
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