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POEM: UNDERSTAND

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Understand

Come to the time of summers long dream when I was young
let me take your eyes into mine, listen with your heart to the song
sweet cascading rain bringing 
the thousand frogs singing in the warm sweet night
hear the deep high wind, warm of off the Gulf of Mexico
I am with the rain now sleeping
wrapped in Navaho wool beside the river Styx
the warm rain wraps it's arms around 
while singing to the running river
dawn is sweet realization
I am free
traversed over to the creature world
allowed inside the mystery garden
now to have new eyes 
to walk just beside the world of man
try to understand the asking prayer
for communion with the sky
in harmonic union with the living creation
dancing in the sun
the circle dance
of the ancient ones
come live beside the river
deep cold water, lazy tree leaning out over
sleeping there in the sun
the fishing hole is never an empty dinner plate
quiet river camp home
at the end of a long forgotten dirt road 
hidden youth now free and wild
time to dream in the universes deep night skies
sleeping with the rivers whispers
time to feel the sweet earth under bare feet
feathers gathered braided into my waist long hair 
a wild mane of defiance in sixty nine
Alabama boy
tan and lean
you see come with me
against the eyes of the clan
now understand
a little deeper
journie
the out law kid comes into town
wood smoke and bowie knife 
dam bare foot hippy kid
get a job long hair
smile in freedoms light
beside the dirty pavement rusty tin roof store
fat old man spits tobacco juice
across the boarder in his cage, let him rage
the sweet country girl
stands behind the counter in the little store
wide eyed
who is this laughing boy
so many years ago
walking those quiet  county roads
the still quiet heat teaching me 
sleeping in the shade of the big old oak

                                                                   by David Wetzel

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