Slender whirlwinds coming from the sky <br />touch the land. <br />Sounds of arrows striking the ground <br />roaring <br />raising dust clouds. <br />He shouts, warning of the days of danger. <br />I stand on the peak of Red Mountain. <br />He comes toward me <br />shouting. <br />My heart is a stone. <br />I shout, I declare it.<br /><br />Anonymous Americas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-vision-of-a-giant-who-migrated-from-baja-to-tiburon-island/
