This Was For Angela...
I wrote this for my friend Angela on 11 June 1988, we were 22 years old and she had a beautiful blonde haired, blue eyed baby daughter named Brittany. She came back to New Jersey from California to visit me. We were given our Native Indian names by a friend of her family who lived in a South American Indian reservation. When the visit was over and she was going home I wrote this poem. (Angela is Silent Spring, I am Raven, Brittany is Blue River). I wonder where they are now.
'Time we shared, was spent and gone
And time now we must both move on.
Our shadows linger far behind
Grey to blue unique in kind
Raven flies to meet Blue River flowing
from the Silent Spring.
Wind blows high above the treetops
thus the song they sing.'