Sheila Williams ~ Singing Cloud
You are, a part of everything you know, a spirit beyond compare
wisdom from many lands, rest now beneath your hair
living in your gentle heart, many cultures do collide.
It is these very things, that gift to those you know
a hope that lives within, that one day they too will know
a human need not claim a color, to care about them all.
Human, man, loving husband and brother
it is an honor to my heart, to know that you exist
to be called friend by you, lifts my spirit.
Transplanted seed you may be, and that land should be thankful
to claim a son who is so humble, he does not accept his glory
wars, or peace you are there, you see a different way.
Live and grow my friend, and impart your wisdom
those who understand your greatness, will accept the knowledge
and those who will not, need a few more years of growing!
Adadoligi, beloved friend, nvwato hiyadv
©Copyright January 12, 2009 by Sheila Williams ~ Singing Cloud
A response to the poem, “I Am” ©Copyright January 12, 2009 by Colin F. Jones