CALLING TO THE FAMILY
Way beyond the sky
And the mountains tops
Echoes of haunting sounds
The lonesome sound of a wolfs call to his family
Kith and kin way up in the mountains and beyond
The land below with an eerie mist that covers the
slopes
Rising, rising up and up above the trees
Where kith and kin could be concealed
Avoiding the quagmire
Swamp, slush, sludge that lays below
The lonesome wolf
Stands by the ancient
Native of these lands
Campfire burning
Warming
Lighting
The night
Calling on his ancient instrument
To the spirits of this open land
Way beyond the mountains
Tree tops
This is not
And never was
A
No man’s land
This land is filled with
Secrets to be unfolded
Retold
To young and old
Wisdom of
The elders
Scattered near and far
Who once roamed
This
Ancient, ancient land
Let this be a moment
In this time
Hold what is
And what once was
A very spiritual land
Where all lived as one
© Teresa Joseph Franklin
21st May 2012
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