. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . .
. . . where ImagInatIon comes to play
Monday, January 28, 2008
Histoires de la rivière aux rats//Stories From the Rat River
my spirit dances in wheat fields;
it can be heard in the sound of the wind and
comes to life in the fury of the tempest;
it is alive in god's gift of nature.
my spirit is found in my written words
and behind them
naked to those who can see
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histoires de la rivière aux rats
this spirit, your spirit connection to your words, is so alive in this piece.
13 June, 2011 15:56
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