June 15, 2006

Fly with the Eagles


I stretch out my arms and fly with the eagles

I hunt with the bear

I run with the deer

I swim with the fish

and yet I still am a man.

I sing with the wind

I plant the soil, I watch the flame

I listen to the brook

and yet I still am a man.

When I will rest

My bones will lay on the soil

my flesh will flow with the river

my spiret will fly with the wind

and yet I am still a man.

Native American Poetry
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