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An amazing poem! 
posted by
Nautikos
on February 12, 2014 at 8:53 PM
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My great grandfather was a scout in the old west, he spoke several Native American dialects, the rumer is that he was part American Indian.
posted by
UtahJay
on February 12, 2014 at 5:27 PM
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like Taps you build the restless in me to taste the outdoors, to walk on a beach to breath air that doen't burn my lungs with the cold..Soon yes Soon.
posted by
Kabu
on February 12, 2014 at 3:11 PM
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Yes it is like one would imagine the Indian thinking . I like this.
posted by
C_C_T
on February 12, 2014 at 1:02 PM
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You have done a great job building the nature scene in your poem.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on February 12, 2014 at 12:23 PM
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To taste the wind....the mountain wind,
the forest wind...the wind off of the sea...
It seems that I have been sitting inside beside the fire, looking out at the snow for a long time now.
posted by
TAPS.
on February 12, 2014 at 11:29 AM
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