A Thousand Years of Living

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When we walk through speckled landscapes 

                           where the shape-shifters dance,
we are walking in the footsteps of the ones 

                            who came before.
There are signposts they have left us 

                            all across the forest floor.
A thousand years of living - we don't set our sail 

                             by chance.

We are walking in the footsteps of the ones 

                              who came before.
The Old Ones' songs I hear upon the breeze.
A thousand years of living - we don't set our sail 

                               by chance.
I sing wolfsong to the mountains and 

                               knock on midnight's door.

The Old Ones' songs I hear upon the breeze,
under my feet the brittle leaves of summer past.
I sing wolfsong to the mountains and 

                           knock on midnight's door.
The night air whispers: here you are at last!

Under my feet the brittle leaves of summer past.
There are signposts they have left us 

                           all across the forest floor.
The night air whispers: here you are, 

                           here you are at last!
Walking through a speckled landscape 

                                 where the shape-shifters dance.

One from the fall of 2013, kids, shared for Poetry Pantry at Poets United, where you will find good reading to go with your coffee every Sunday morning.