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An amazing poem!

posted by Nautikos on February 12, 2014 at 8:53 PM | link to this | reply

My great grandfather was a scout in the old west, he spoke several Native American dialects, the rumer is that he was part American Indian.

posted by UtahJay on February 12, 2014 at 5:27 PM | link to this | reply

like Taps you build the restless in me to taste the outdoors, to walk on a beach to breath air that doen't burn my lungs with the cold..Soon yes Soon.

posted by Kabu on February 12, 2014 at 3:11 PM | link to this | reply

Yes it is like one would imagine the Indian thinking . I like this.

posted by C_C_T on February 12, 2014 at 1:02 PM | link to this | reply

You have done a great job building the nature scene in your poem.

posted by FormerStudentIntern on February 12, 2014 at 12:23 PM | link to this | reply

To taste the wind....the mountain wind,
the forest wind...the wind off of the sea...
It seems that I have been sitting inside beside the fire, looking out at the snow for a long time now.

posted by TAPS. on February 12, 2014 at 11:29 AM | link to this | reply