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Jul 2018
Along the path of grass a legend grows
for who skips along the path in early spring
A bird of prey will dive landing on your shoulder
He will calm the savage beast rolling deep
his eyes will guide you to this land forever
this place known as legends promise..

If you walk the path in the summer all is silent
when the moon becomes full owls stir restlessly
don't forget legends promise it lives true
if you place a flower under a willow tree
all hearts will never be broken when love enters..

Many legends live true in the world of fantasy
some believe they are not true just make believe
in the eyes of the Indian all you see and feel is good
it is when you run away that shadows appear
never directly face the sun in a month you shall suffer
so if the moon hides behind a cloud in summer
it means your winter will be long and cold..

Amongest each path you travel a legend grows
there is not knowing that one shall always believe
it is never wise to turn your back when it rains softly
If you cannot enjoy a soft rain it will hail the next time
so collect your thoughts let them float like bubbles
there is more truth then you know..
Harriet Shea
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Harriet Shea  80/F/Mesa Arizona
(80/F/Mesa Arizona)   
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