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The great oak tree encircled by the dusk, with myst gently floating on the air settles my soul. He-hummingbird hangs in the air With she-mate nearby sitting on tiny feet she yearns to build her nest. |
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| The damp air tenderly drips from green limbs, to moisten dry leaves to moisten my thirsty needs. |
| Encircled by your strength Tenderly watered by your love I wait I wait. |
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| Written by a Wyandotte Woman |
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| Poem has been published in the Who's Who of International Poets, 2004 |
| Poem has been published in the Who's Who of International Poets, 2004 |
| Poet is a member of the Women's Longhouse |