When I Was Young

When I was young years ago, it seemed like the spirit moved through the trees more often,

and there was never any malice in the air

lingering

in the shadows,

even the ghosts were innocent of blood,

and were seldom scary.

Everything was so different back then.

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Note: This is fiction.

Mountain Song

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As he stood there in his mountain song, he remembered the prayers of the fathers, the voices of his mothers uplifted,

and he knew his strength was not of this world, it was his spirit, it was always his spirit that gave him strength……

he closed his eyes then, taking in visions of the never ending river, listening to the comfort….

of the wind.

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