Sent: 4/6/2006 9:47 PM
As I lay looking up
towards my tent's roof
and listen to the radiator
whiz and hiss,
I long for those days
as a child in Arkansas,
with my body resting
on a grass green bed
where my Mother Earth kissed.
Looking far off
into the night black sky,
looking up to the stars
then reflecting in my mind
with closed eyes,
I hear the chirps,
sneezes,
and melodies
of another kind.
Their conversation
is fascinating
as they call
to one another,
their rhythm
divine;
beats
of nature
resound
in their
voices.
and then
a transition
