Heart of Thunder, Palms of Grass

By
More by this author
One day I'll sing with the little sparrows that ride the wind as I run.
The palms of my hands will reflect the sun. Reflect the light.

The buffalos will be my friends, our secret pact.
Our secret knowing.

My fingers will be soft and strong as they come through my daughter's thick black hair.

She'll hear my heart of thunder, she'll feel my palms of grass.





Join the Discussion

This article has 1 comment. Post your own now!

Andrew:)139864133432 said...
May 3, 2010 at 8:08 am
i enjoyed your poem thanks
 
bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback