In Honor of Gary Snyder
by kiyonah thundersong
written October 08, 1993
oh to be alive
on a mid-october morning...
walking down a shady path,
barefoot, hair loose,
pack on shoulders,
sunshine, changing leaves,
rocky gorge in the Appalachians...
gurgle and shimmer of an icy creeks waters,
stones and moss underfoot,
singing inside...
creek music, heart music,
smell of sun on gravel,
hawk in the blue sky above,
dancing in th morning air...
eating wild mushrooms,
drumming in the sunshine,
at one with the world,
complete, whole, content, serene...
a bullfrog speaks to me
from someplace unknown.
i laugh and speak back.
home is where my heart is,
and home is right here...
by kiyonah thundersong
written October 08, 1993
oh to be alive
on a mid-october morning...
walking down a shady path,
barefoot, hair loose,
pack on shoulders,
sunshine, changing leaves,
rocky gorge in the Appalachians...
gurgle and shimmer of an icy creeks waters,
stones and moss underfoot,
singing inside...
creek music, heart music,
smell of sun on gravel,
hawk in the blue sky above,
dancing in th morning air...
eating wild mushrooms,
drumming in the sunshine,
at one with the world,
complete, whole, content, serene...
a bullfrog speaks to me
from someplace unknown.
i laugh and speak back.
home is where my heart is,
and home is right here...