This ancient pound will not fall.
By Curt Vaughn
Taking walks in the cool evening mist around the lakes of
present, past, and future tense. With graceful and cautious yellow billed
feathered warriors on the brown and gold covered secret forest under the eternal
but every changing night sky. You hear and see rumbling waters of nature and
man glisten like candles in the wind. Do not dismiss your muse because of man,
for the warriors have not, they have adapted but still keep their ancient ways
and so must you. Keep to the warrior’s path and they will challenge you and
accept you into their revered society if you can show them you are worthy of
their featured and wondering ways. The
rain never stops in their ancient lake it comes from the trees and the water
and gives life to all who follow it and you will find the red billed feathered
chief’s of old who can show you the future and the path you must take. Keep on going and the ancient pound will
never fall.
