Shaker Road

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This old house has seen it all before.  The rummaging of angst…The backdoor horrors…

Three crows circling the unkempt gardens, pecking orders for the leftovers.

Descending much like beggars to pennies upon the floor.

This old house…closed for repairs…missing steps in the stairs.

Leaking self depreciating humor…encased in toxic rumor.

This old house…if only you had known sooner.

A foundation built on Christ.

Dining in prayer with the Father and a roll of the dice.

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I shall tell you now.

I shall tell you now…

what all these years…

you have missed.

“Nail and frail and lying low.  A legacy cast no shadow.  For it must have not just shape and form, but contempt for danger…or, it only lay shallow.”

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“Occasionally, we have to take care of those who once…took care of us.  Often leaving, the participants, stuck between wonder-lust and antiquated mistrust.”

Two Crows


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I ran into the woods today

as fast and as far…as my ghosts would fly.

Neither stone wall or vacant distant well…

Nor, earthen strewn leaf or Canterbury Tale…

None, I scream, none, but you would do.

There were no roaming voices

There had been no logging trail blazed

And, yet, the screams became my craze.


‘What is there?  Who is there?’

As, I draw near to the fleeting footsteps.

With a twilight sweat careening my sight.

My screams are my fight.

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Alas, you would not do.

Three crows circling and two gun shots…later.

I digress, you would not do.

You would not do…

what I would like to see done to you.

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A coven of crows flying together is often regarded as bad luck.  Many Native Americans believe it is also a sign that death from within the family circle is coming soon.

The crow is also watchful of intruders and predators. The sound it makes is characteristic of a loud, strident bird noise that can warn the other members of it clan over great distance. When you see your crow spirit animal, be on the watch.