Lone wolf cries
and the eagle flies
Smoke curls
up from fires
All aorund
shadows dance
He belongs
to the people of the drum
Ponies race
wild dogs give chase
Children swim
the river
All around
the sun shines bright
He belongs
to the people of the plains
Full moon dips
and cold wind grips
Dogs bark and
snap at shadows
All around
the snow falls soft
He belongs
to the people of the steppes
He belongs
to the people of the drum
though they
see Him not in shadow
He belongs
to the people of the drum
As the smoke
belongs to the fire
He belongs
to the people of the plains
Though the
sun obscures their view
He belongs
to the people of the plains
As the river
belongs to the sea
He belongs
to the people of the steppes
Though the
barking of dogs hides His voice
He belongs
to the people of the steppes
As softness
belongs to the snow
Copyright:
8 June 1998
S.
Michele LeBoutillier