Hollow

This was written just a few months before Hollows death.

Ode to Hallow who died peacfully in 1985

I am Hollow, I am a hawk.
There is a time I remember,
It seems so long ago,
I flew free and high over the mountain tops
The wind under my wings would lift me up
I could see the world around me.
Now I can barely see at all
A White Man shot me down
No reason I can think of
Now I have to be given my food.
I no longer enjoy the hunt.
I may not be able to fly free now
But I can dream
I can dream.
A R Minckler

Copyright ©2007 A R Minckler