Wednesday, April 6, 2011


Shenandoah, I long to see
Your rising river, crashing sea
The beauty from your lips of fire
The forest of your heart's desire.
Shenandoah, light and fair
Lily blossoms in your hair
Eyes like moons in silent frost
Dark with tangled bits of moss.
Shenandoah, on you stand
In the falling water's land
By the sun your deerskin skirt
Flutters, warm and brown, alert.
Shenandoah, one day I'll find
You within the summer's mind
Like the free and mighty deer
Or the streamlet, chilled and pure.

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