Tuesday, November 30, 2010

4. it was over a bridge that crow learned how to teach

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the path stretched in front of the traveler
the sky above his head
trees all around him
and the bridge underneath his feet

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5 comments:

Old 333 said...

...cool...

has he still got the bag of not holding seeds?

Sort of makes me think of the White Knight

Old 333 said...

did I mention i'm really enjoying crow so far? they are excellent small poems

human being said...

ah... without that bag nobody can become a real teacher...
most of the teachers are preachers... real teachers are underneath our feet, you know... :)

helping others is helping me, this can be the motto of a white knight, eh? or you had a specific character in mind?

and crow is overjoyed you liked her poem/stories... thanks a lot for reading and leaving encouraging comments!

namaste!

Old 333 said...

I was thinking of the white knight in Lewis Carroll's Through the looking Glass - he had a box at the back of his saddle for keeping things in - Here!


darn this busted left shift key - all my keyboards go like this

human being said...

interesting! i'm off to read about it on the link... thanks a lot!

and
keyboards get bored too...
:D