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Post by Spirit of the Lynx on Jul 4, 2007 17:09:03 GMT -5
From: ♫Mysti♫ (Original Message) Sent: 9/5/2004 8:50 PM At this time I sit under trees, trees of imagery. I sit beside fires, fires of my own making, of my own imanination. I dream my dreams, I think my thoughts, I see visions, and I hold back my head and look skyward, and I leave my body, and I fly north; north through the trees, soar the skies, o'er the lakes and the land that I love so much. Today my lands are covered; with houses, with shopping centers, with all kinds of public buildings. There were the lands were deer ran free, where my warriors hunted, where my braves sough food for my people. My heart is heavy as I look down on life as it is today. So I hold up my head and I close my eyes and I see life as it was. To me, my land runs free, my streams run clear, my forests are lush and green. My fields harbor rabbits, fox, bear, all of the things that my tribe needs. Watch he birds as they migrate. Do you no know that man's time on earh is also a migration from one life to the next? Swift Eagle 1973
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