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Walk on a moonbeam.
Sleep near a stream.
Jump rope in a schoolyard
set motionless by time,
deserted by its prey,
after years of play.

Sing to the birds,
plant them a tree.
Spend time with nature,
climb in her freedom.
Remember it forever,
take care of our Mother.

Picnic by a creek,
seek for reality.
Run threw a field,
pick daisies in the breeze
on a lazy day
for your own pleasures within.

Sit in the night,
gaze at the star light.
Think of how it use to be
when the Earth was free
to grow all it needed,
with no one to hurt her feelings.

Sandra Murdoch
Copyright 1994©

Sacred Ground #istandwithstandingrock

These were my thoughts in 1994 at the age of 23. At 45 I think about the damage that has been done in the last 22 years. I pulled this out of a notebook to type it up and the only thing that kept going through my brain was how we are so much worse off. In 22 years we couldn't have done better? If I felt this way when I was 23...what do I think now? I have been crying for days at the videos and stories being posted regarding Standing Rock. I am so sad and heartbroken for the Native people. I am proud of the protectors. I Stand with Standing Rock! I am ashamed of this countries supposed leaders and law enforcement.

Daybreak

Making love with nature
beneath the autumn sky.
Leaning on the birch tree
that reaches its arms so high.

Late blooming flowers
smelling sweet as fresh baked pie,
hidden by a gang of ferns,
growing wildly on the hillside.

I sit above the bluegrass prairie
overlooking what was the night sky
where the stars danced
and the moon smiled.

Silence is soon to be woken
by the rising suns rays
as the song of birds
reach mountain tops
and Mother's creatures awake.

The rhythm of a gentle breeze
and a buzzing swarm of bee's
gently puts me off to sleep
underneath the glowing birch tree
while nature begins its day
without missing a beat.



Sandra Murdoch-Becker
Copyright © 2016