The Eagle and the Wolf
There is a great battle that rages inside me.
One side is the soaring eagle.
Everything the eagle stands for
is good and true and beautiful,
and it soars above the clouds.
Even though it dips down into the valleys,
it lays its eggs on the mountaintops.
The other side of me is the howling wolf.
And that raging, howling wolf
represents the worst that's in me.
He eats upon my downfalls
and justifies himself
by his presence in the pack.
Who wins this great battle?
The one I feed.
-unknown
WISE WORDS FROM MY FIRST NATION NATIVE ANCESTORS!
A woman was driving through the Arizona Desert when she saw a lone elderly Navajo woman walking by the side of the road. Since she had two cases of Bud Lite on the read seat, she stopped and invited the Woman to sit in front with her for a lift into town.
After miles of inscrutable silence, The woman finally spoke; Looking behind her to the rear seat she said,”MUCH BEER.”
Embarrassed by the large quantity of beer on the back seat, the driver answered, “I got it for my husband.”
What seemed to be an eternity of silence followed, until finally the Navojo Woman said, with the wisdom of her People,
“Good Trade.”
I love your graphic, Yorkie.
Great poem ... thank you.