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  MOTHER'S DAY
by Charlie Gould
 

I sat and listened to the wind last night,
As it caressed the forest, and salted
the Earth with new seed.

A small bird perched on a swaying limb
Huddled against the cooling air,
And regaled me with a song.

I rose, ever grateful for the moment,
And whistled back to the bird.
It looked my way, offering a final, sweet note.

Talking with people helps. But,
Sometimes one needs to talk to the earth.
The Mother of all things will always answer.

1998 Charlie Gould *
*Works and plays well with others, and does not eat his young.
Visit Charlie's Beach for more of his poetry.

 
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PSA Rising Magazine May 10, 1998
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