Memories Breeze
Warm remembrance

– Navajo Chant
The mountains, I become a part of it…
The herbs, the fir tree, I become a part of it.
The morning mists, the clouds, the gathering waters,
I become a part of it.
The wilderness, the dew drops, the pollen…
I become a part of it.

- Memory
Only the sun, horse and water to speak to
My collie keeping watch
Feeling the turning of the page
A story of the land

The breeze carries me forward
The moment teases me back

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