when the meadowlark cries

Summer time when I was a kid ...

it was a time

when sun and grass

were harpy hags

taunting thunder from the heat of july

when clouds hung heavy

like an evil eye

and a child's spirit

was still learning to fly...

it was a time

when fluttering heartbeats

measured a fleeting time

then dust crept into cobwebs 

hiding behind branches 

laden with august

the harbinger of freedoms lost...

my voice is a river

running through cold water

my mind a mirrored pool 

beneath an ever-widening sky

my childhood memories 

drift  and saunter 

on the wings of a meadowlark's 

joyful cry

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[Jo Billygoat]

Father Mountain bellowed to his dwarven children
Parents of those children raised their pix axes in glee and cheer
Their children stared in awe of hearing their Great father

All but one was joining the fun
The tike was too young to be cast out
Fore you see, the little fella was deaf

In dwarven community, deficients are cast out
The day was near when the mute would no longer see his kind
It's now that day and the young dwarf stares at the forest alone and afraid

Dwarves normally are fearless beings
Being mute this young one knew not how to be
He observerd before being cast out

Understanding little, even less explained
He now stood alone in a new world above ground
Creatures amany he could feel their stares

Adding to his misery, he felt the thunder in his chest
Soon began the down pour adding to his misery
Alone, soaked and confused he plopped down and sat

Eventually the youth fell asleep
Not knowing much he was surprisingly awakened by a touch
The harpy knew the little dwarf was not in his element

Leading the way
A journey began where harpy and dwarf became close friends
Looking back the adult dwarf smiled in memory of that first meeting

Many eons have passed but Mother Nature tells this story in bird song
She sets the scene with clouds in sky, and spiders sketching the notes in their webs
As a lost child enters the forest, the reminiscent symphony begins anew