It’s not just the feather and beads.
I have planted my seed.
I am a free, so you see.
I love music and crafts and down the river in a raft.
I can go place to place.
It’s not a race.
I am finding my heart.
It’s just the start.
I am searching and collecting.
I know I can be selecting.
Its not just the flowers in hair
The sunlight peaking through the rearview and the glare.
I love seeing things through a looking glass all anew.
The turbulence took me away and I flew.
I am daring and sometimes caring.
I love the lightning in the mountains so wild.
Just like me its never mild.
Feeling the wind on my skin its whispering a tune.
As I sit there watching the moon.
Poetry
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