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Way Back Home

Hurry now child bring me back home

to where the weary and the old are

to where I rightfully belong


Hear the Indians cry and howl

hear the river sing

My home from far away is calling me to return

I hear the drum beats


I float away as the flute resounds

magnetic and majestic

Lay me to rest in my homeland

now at last in peace


A story teller, a writer, and sometimes, a poet.

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