My Munro

Eyes of the hawk are on you now

All land west of the great Hudson

Bows to your beauty.

The great rock of Elbert

Buckles beneath the weight of your heart

The beats echo through canyons East of Death.

Eyes of blue will protect your clutch

Should your wax melt to the sea

My grasp shall hold tight like a river bend.

I am the lasting smoke of White Shield

Born in the Long House by spirit

Place of Goshen by womb.

Sun rises and sets with you

Wind has brought you here

I wait for the calming night dance.

Joseph’s Perce have taught me well

To follow the secrets of my chambers

And be with she, my Munro.

© 2006 David Greg Harth

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