The McDonalds poem (my favorite)

Well here is my infamous McDonalds poem. I wrote this poem before class at McDonalds because I was running late and I was hungry. The legend is that I wrote it on a napkin but honestly, I dont remember keeping that napkin and I do remember keeping my journal so.....maybe I made that part up. Haha. Seriously though, I wrote the poem in under 5 minutes. It played itself through me just like many of my late night/early morning exercises do. I know for sure I never edited it. I may have played with the words a bit right there on the spot, but I know for sure I used very little effort or thought. It was just something that was bubbling beneath the surface. The end result is my favorite poem, it still speaks personally to me to this day, to this very moment, it was written before I ever wrote it. The words mean more to me now then they ever could on the random morning in McDonalds. All I cared about at the time was that I got credit for "sharing" that Tuesday. Shot out to the Great Spirit and Black Elk speaks which I had been reading before I wrote the poem. I know those sacred truths played themselves out in my words. As usual, I can not take credit for anything.



The white geese all have voices, crying out in fright
They are gaurding the divinity of this cold dark night
Those of us who listen can witness their true might.

The black crows all have voices, crying out their warning
They are gaurding the paths of the meek, and the souls we are mourning
Those of us who are aware, the crows will lift us up with care, and we can begin soaring.