Indecisive Element - 04/24/1996
Written by Leo
(c) 1996 Land of the Free
All Rights Reserved
Lake alight in line and leaping
Wooded wanton weary way,
Turning flooding falling freely
Up and down not led astray.
To a time Cherokee flourished
Hunting trout with spear
White man came, his line he cherished
Of loss he had no fear.
Water turns from hand to hand
Never angry never stern
Connecting only to the land
Maybe we'll never learn.
Destiny is only for those
men who thrive despise,
Instinct is the only one chosen
Through the lake's blue eyes.
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