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| Turkeyfoot Trail, Native American Path |
open, dormant fields
where once great forests stood,
an ancient, silver sound
of souls who passed this way
from mountain glades
to where the waters meet,
beings in animal skins
trying hard to stay alive,
needing food and warmth and love,
caring for each other, fearing death,
not so different from ourselves—
stop and listen by their path—
we will be among them soon enough,
silver, singing wind.
