<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368176" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Wamblee</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">High up on a rocky crag, <br>Wamblee, near to the cliff edge<br>sat cross legged in a circle on the ground<br>calling softly to the four winds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His long plaits, threaded with silver<br>lay beneath feathers running down his back.<br>Far below him the canyon stretched out<br>dusty and red hot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As the hypnotic chant of his words<br>caught the warm air riding the canyon top<br>his heart took flight<br>soaring above the high dusty plain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Born on the wind, <br>his eagle wings outstretched<br>he sailed aloft snow covered mountains<br>glinting in the light of Grandfather Sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">South through deep valleys, <br>lush with green and wonder, <br>feeling the rhythm of the world <br>beneath his feathers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Across the turbulent southern ocean<br>full of the whale's song, <br>eastward across the great African Plain, <br>northward towards the Northern lights.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Onward and upward<br>feeling the firmament and the dawn of stars<br>he flew between darkness and light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There, in that sacred space between<br>the creator and the created<br>Wamblee saw with clear vision<br>the beauty of the Great Spirit<br>laid out before him in the earth below<br>and the heavens above.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Diana+Rosser">Diana Rosser</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368176" data-title="Wamblee de Diana Rosser" data-description="High up on a rocky crag, Wamblee, near to the cliff edge sat cross legged in a circle on the ground calling softly to the four winds. His long plaits, threaded with silver lay beneath feathers running down his back. Far below him the canyon stre..."></div> </div> </div>

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