Her heart was free as the birds of sky

Her feet as sure as deer

She danced the dance of waving grass

The time to live was here

She would not waste as some had done

She would not live in fear

Though this life can end too soon

Don't live as if death is near

Pitcher

  Many say they’re tired But does your skin fall from your bones? Do your eyes sink in the sockets And your mouth go dry as stone?  Some peo...