Across the plains, the eagle soars, Majestic wings unfold, Ancient stories, through time implores, A heritage retold. In shadows of the towering pines, The spirits softly speak, Echoes of past, in silent signs, The wilderness unique. The rhythm of the drummers beat, Calls souls to gather round, In dance and song, their lives complete, In sacred bond profound. Beneath the moon, the secrets share, Of love and endless fight, Endurance of the brave, who dare, To guard the sacred light. Wind whispers through the canyon walls, Their strength in every gale, Heroes from the past, in spirit calls, They march on without fail. The river sings a melody, Of hope that never dies, Reflections of eternity, In clear and watchful eyes. With every dawn the sun appears, A promise to renew, Each shadow cast, it bravely cheers, Warmth whispers through the dew. In unity, they stand so proud, Resilient as the sea, Their voices rise, both strong and loud, In timeless harmony. ~Copyright Randy Salars
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