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 Our special guest is poet Melody Jackson
below is just a taste of what your will find on her personal web site Summer wine







and now for something different:


"White Mountain" by Leonard Peltier


This Woman
by

Melody Jackson
 

this woman you know, I've come to love,

I love the laughter in her eyes,

the tenderness in her heart,

the mother she holds in her heart,

the joy of the new day,

the child at play, as she watches close,

 that no one comes near to destroy,

the tender joy her child brings her...


the hand she gives to her fellow man,

the quiet moments in her smile,

the gentle tears caused by man....


please try to understand if you can,

it is not you she runs from,

it is the storms in her soul,

it almost died and left her cold....


only now can she be free,

only now can she fly,

only now does she see her strength,

her hearts on the mend....


this woman you know, I've come to love,

don't' hurt her, don't promise her love...


and fly away.

she will survive - for she loves life,

but her child will cry...


do not touch her - this woman I love,

do not lie, do not cry,

she's only trying to survive,

in a land where no one knows...

the way she goes.

please don't take her heart and tear it apart,

and drop it - like leaves from a dead tree,

because, my friend, this woman I love....

is me....



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