Manonton Dalan Poems

in the bosom of the twin peaks
cradling virgin forest so thick
nice shelter for the winter wind
perfect for the season to spend
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flight of an eagle smooth
feeling i always suit
closing my eyes to dream
i could see the river's end
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cracking noise from branches
snow filled deep trenches
footsteps seldom heard
peaceful, not sight of a herd
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parch lips, wind blowing
teary eyes. sleep calling
embers flying hungry crying
a sword deep inside cutting
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wind echoes through naked trees
howling fox mourn for lost lunches
squirrel pick on pine cones for seeds
as our longing for food slowly bleeds
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searing wind echoing into the alleys
snow flying blasting stones and trees
howling fox silhouette against moon
muffling sound of hungry mourn
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tepee land exploded with frenzy
screaming as loud as it could be
we dance on snow with empty bowl,
frozen ground but with happy soul
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send the braves to see the grass
watch the redcoats; avoid a clash
learn how to fish the lake on ice
a deed we always come to despise
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i am glad to see my people well
smile on their faces, i could tell
smoke rising from tepee a progress
they’re burning wood that are fresh
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mistletoe's come in numbers
not a good sign for flowers
short winter for bear sleep
low water for rivers to keep
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