Waves drum the shore Overgrown and primitive. Breezes strum the reeds Thin and yielding. Earth's children gather On water, air, and soil To dance to her music To sing her song.
A song of wisdom Of times forgotten. A song of hope Of times to come.
The song is a mother's gift. A gift to all her children. When confusion reigns, It will soothe and comfort. In times of uncertainty, It will teach and counsel. Many hear but do not listen. It is ours, our mother's gift.
A song of wisdom Of times forgotten. A song of hope Of times to come.
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Reviewed by Diyanah
Reviewed on July 19, 2003
Very artistic, I'd say. The words were picked in such a way that even a 11 year old like me couldn't help but admire the great imagination of this talented person. Congratulations on your success.
Reviewed by Marco Landi (Reader)
Reviewed on February 25, 2003
A song of wisdom
Of times forgotten.
A song of hope
Of times to come.
WELL DONE BRAVA
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on October 5, 2002
Earth's children gather
On water, air, and soil
To dance to her music
To sing her song.
David Hightower’s lyrically expansive meditation on the whims of fate and the unpredictability of the human condition fill the pages of THE HANGING MAN DREAMS with thrilling music and mesmerizing imagery. Hightower’s richly infused voice echoes the e
Using Calgary as a backdrop the author satirizes the self-serving nature of the public as it continues to fatten itself, not only physically, but egotistically as well.
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Of times forgotten.
A song of hope
Of times to come.
WELL DONE BRAVA
On water, air, and soil
To dance to her music
To sing her song.
Lovely choice of words. Well done. ~E
A wonderful vision you have created here,I enjoyed it dearly.
Thanks
Charlie
The calling of the children of the light...!
And yes it is our song...
Blue eyed fish...