NSS Home Page  Nature Sounds Newsletter Spring 1997 Poetic Expression
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The Golden Breasted One
by D. L. Keegan If I could be other than Human A she-hawk, he-hawk Careening off the cliffs of grass and sound Dropping to prey. Drop down on any wind Any current Capture my raw meat Tear between talon Raptor beak I would rip its beating heart Give thanks be to the creator Screaming of my feast Thanks in eating Wasting nothing but feather and claw which the shaman collect. Mate in the empty sky Naked of all concern save plummeting entangled in the excited waves of air stroking keening buffeted feathers back hard Let in the sun Oiled flesh back-stroking the sky Taking and giving Clinging If I could I'd own the wings I fly upon Trust nature to provide Call of survival given me drop down down my Golden Breasted one.
Silence by T. A. (Tom) Barron "The ultimate gift of the wilderness, for me, is not the glowing vistas, the marvellous creatures, nor even the crystalline air. It is that precious quality so often drowned by the cacophony of modern life, that quality called silence. To sit upon a ledge on a mountain ridge in the silence is to become part of the stone, the water, the wide open sky. To listen to silence, truly listen, is to hear echoes across vast distances both within oneself and without. Sometimes at such moments, I lose myself completely in the simple miracle of all that surrounds me... Still other times I am moved by the continuous power of creation, whose essence is life, and whose engine is silent."
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