Substitute For Ebelskiver Pan

Indian Child, if you're tired,
you lie down on Earth,
and the same if you're happy,
my son plays with it ...
are heard wonderful things
the Indian drum Earth
hear the fire that rises and falls
looking for heaven, and no lulls.
wheel and wheel, hear the river
cascades that are not counted.
animals mooing is heard;
hear the ax eating the forest.
Indian looms sound is heard.
trails are heard, loud parties.
Where the Indian is calling,
replied the Indian drum,
fence and plucks and plucks away
as fleeing and returning ...
Everything takes everything
load the spine Holy Land:
that walks, which sleeps
what frolics and what penalty;
and carries live and dead leads
Indian drum Earth.
When I die, do not cry, son
chest to chest with her settings,
and if you hold the breath
like it all or nothing were,
you hear upload your arm
for me and delivered me,
and mother who was broken
you'll see it whole again.






Land


Gabriela Mistral

Thanks to Inman. for inspiring with its wall (images and poem) that I wanted to share. With Butterfly