WOLF

"Wolf" is still unfinished and I will post him here when I am done with him.

The strength of the pack

is the wolf. . .

. . .and the strength of the wolf

is the pack.

--Rudyard Kipling (Author)

4-9-93

There are mists that grow

about the spiral

of the trail

Standing tall above the

silent forest

Where the eagle slides

At the crook of the river

and the river falls. . .

Is a cliff of crystal

and a silver wall

Here the eagle flows

beneath the planet's halo

And the stars that glare

flare

and die in the water

And lifting wings

I join them there.

Chickadee, Chickadee

Don't you cry

for me.

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6-1-93

To My Nieces

Golden hair flying

She dances for me,

her blue eyes intense

      like the heart of the flame.

The youngest is four

and she will not accept

sausage

in her macaroni and cheese -

--and she wondered for me

why I married that man--

her small hands pat my

knees as she tells me

a joke

which she gets all wrong

But I must laugh

or risk a wrinkled brow

--I tease her

when she knocks over a chair

and she worries

because she is not sure-

but she cares...

We drew chalk pictures

on the driveway,

Her sister draws

dark blue hopscotch patterns,

I draw ladybugs,

butterflies and kites.

She draws intensely,

a geometric shaped

like an Escher print,

all wrong

My house - she claims -

With me on the roof

and a lamp -

          Our chalk drawings

          dissolve

          in the rain

     - We used all the chalk -

We play games

her sister and I

And she falls asleep

On the floor

Her face serene

to the sky

like a princess

in a fairytale. 

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I cannot resist sharing this album - I love these sweet voices and these great Irish tunes: