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Tiny Warrior
by Sharmagne Leland-St John

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You never saw the spring my love

Or the red tailed hawk circling high above

On feathered wings my love

You only knew the snow

You never saw the prairie grasses bend and blow

And undulate like the shimmering indigo sea

You never saw me

Your eyes were closed so tight

They say you put up quite a fight

Somehow your life was over before it had begun and

Gently did I touch and kiss your tiny fingered hand

Born too soon

You never saw the silver moon

Or the light of a summer's day

Last night I dreamt a gathering of eagles

Had come

To spirit you away

Born too soon

Your tender heart could not beat

To the pulsing rhythm of life's taut drum

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