Running Deer

Posted on April 21, 2015 by

Copyright © 2008 by P.R. Lowe
(Excerpt from Walking With Trees)

I am brother to the wolf
sister to the sparrow
and in my marrow there rests
a lost tribe
Inscribed in my soul
and ages old
it catches me still
in the soul of a running dear

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