Det har inte blivit speciellt mycket skrivet här på ett tag. Nu hittade jag ett pappersark från 2007 med en dikt skriven av Joanne Murray. Dikten heter "The Eagle Girl". I samma plastficka låg en bild på ett indianflickebarn. Det här är inget jag varken har skrivit eller ritat men jag gillar symbolvärdet i texten.
The Eagle Girl - Örnflickan
Once upon a time
One a cold winter´s morn
Three eagles flew above the earth
And one baby girl was born.
En gång i tiden
En en kall vintermorgon
Tre örnar flög över jorden
Och en flicka föddes.
This newborn baby´s mother
Couldn´t keep her tiny curly top
So she wrapped her in a blanket
And left her near a mountain top.
Now it seems one bird was heavy
With some babies of her own
So she swooped up that blanket
And went off all alone
She found the perffect hiding place
and made herself a nest.
There she laid her tiny eggs
And put thet baby with the rest.
She kept that baby warm all winter
and fed her every day.
She loved her and became her mom
and with her she did stay.
It Wasn´t long until her own
were grown and off they flew
But this beautiful mama bird
had a toddler with her too.
The little girl would giggle
on the wings of mamabird
as the two of them would fly
all across the land and rivers
amid the clouds so high.
One day they saw a lonely couple
with no children of their own
and mama bird in her own way
left her baby to them unknown.
The happy couple raised her
and she loved them from the start
but their daughter always kept
her eagle mother in her heart.
Now and then she wanders
to the mountains near the sky
and as her spirit leaves her
sha and mama eagle fly.
*Joanne Murray*
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