
I hear the drums beat
In the heat of the city streets
The sounds of world flutes
Fluttering curtains and leaves
Of the tall oak tree
Out the window of my room
A native chant calls with every flap
Carried upon a falcons back
Reminding me to look and see
Find the inner peace
That elevates me
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“I’m just a girl in the world…that’s all you’ll let me be...” Southern California Native who gets in trouble for sarcasm, suffers from bouts of OCD, and listens to an eclectic range of music really, really loud especially while driving too fast. Turn up the Rap, R&B, Punk, Billy, Indie, Alternative, Classic, Folk, Metal, and Grunge, Melodic, Industrial, Electronic, Soul and so on you get the point.
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Lovely poem about the falcon. They really are beautiful birds. I was just in Ireland and was able to see them close up, so enjoyed your post. https://brilliantviewpoint.com/2017/08/31/falconry-at-adare-manor-castle-hotel-in-ireland/
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A few days ago, while driving an open area in Northern Arizona, I watched a large hawk circle and soar about. We certainly all must check ourselves, what’s within and what is missing.
Thank you.
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