Spring is here; time to go fishing and cook on the grill. 

Spring is when the weather warms up; no more chills; 

Friends gather round, eat merrily and get their fill. 

Spring; listen to the birds sing; 

Yes, it’s time to give your sweety that diamond ring. 

Look around at the bright colours spring brings. 

Spring arrives on the equinox; March 21st is spring’s first day, 

That is when we should thank God, and pray; 

You hope winter cold is gone and with spring, there’s no delay. 

As the air gets warm, the flowers begin to bloom. 

The birds lay their eggs and protect their young from doom. 

Young chirp so loud to be fed, it'll enter a window of your room. 

Farmers, plant gardens, hoping for an abundant yield. 

Soon, the yards will be grassy, wide, and tall as a grassy field; 

Everybody who wants a garden, know the soil must be tilled. 

Time to get out the lawnmower and the pruning shears. 

Those wild onions; oh, how they bring on the tears, 

But the scent is what makes cut grass smell like spring is here. 

Time to go outside and yell loudly, and even scream in delight. 

It’s warm, and everyone stays out longer at night 

As the wind picks up that spring breeze, kids play with a kite. 

You’ll hear the kids in the neighborhood, having fun, 

What happens when down goes the sun? 

Through backyards, front yards, alleys and parks, kids run. 

So what do you think of beautiful spring? 

Aren’t you glad it is spring? 

Beautiful as anything I have ever seen’, we sing. 

Beauty like this is only found during the spring 

Hold me tight; I want what’s right; it’s no fling; 

Love me in the winter; you’ll love me more, come spring. 

©JD Couch and JA Wayahowl Law, (March 22, 2012)

"Do You Ever Sit and Wonder"

Far away in the deep blue sky, I hear a clap of thunder.

It hasn’t started raining yet, but here I sit and ponder

We should be glad of thunder storms; the rain

Keeps the air fresh and the ground from drying up,

The plants thrive and animals stay alive.

Streams continue to fill and travel out to the sea.

Do you ever sit and wonder,

 What earth would be like without the rain?



Far away in the deep, blue sky, I hear a clap of thunder.

I think about another time I will never see,

Where this World will be beat down by the sun’s heat,

 So strong it dries up the clouds, and the ground cracks asunder.

What can live on a world so dry?

It would be a world devoid of living substance

Even the rocks will turn to dust

Will a wind still blow across the sky?

No longer will man care to track the stars or even know to cry.



Far away in the deep, blue sky, I hear a clap of thunder.

Do you ever sit and wonder?

It’s late at night; nothing but darkness is what I see.

The flash of lightning was hidden to me.

I wonder just what things in life are hidden away

Things we never know a glimmer about, each day;

We each are allowed certain things in life to live,

No two people, not even in the same family,

Know exactly the same, for we each have our own perspective

And we each have our own desires and opinions

No two people will have the exact same reactions,

So the way we treat our Earth, is there any wonder?

We were made to lend a hand and to love one another.

Every man on Earth, God made a brother.

Why don't we do the right thing and help each other?

Does it mean a storm of despair?

Far away in the deep, blue sky, I hear a clap of thunder.

© JD Couch (3-25-2010) JA Wayahowl(3-13-2012)

The Voice of God in the Light

Snowhawk, I don't let anybody run over me, I can’t; it’s not in me to do that, sister;

 If they talk to me nicely, I will respect them as they do me;

 If not, then I do unto others as they do to me; I give back as good as I get.

Windhawk: I’ve been thinking how letting that woman’s remark,

From back in 1988, still get to me is just what the devil loves;

We’re feeding the devil to hold on to old grudges.

Snowhawk: Jesus said,”I say unto you resist not an evil person,

But if some one slaps one cheek, turn the other”;

 But also he doesn’t say what to do on that third strike.

Windhawk:  If you are a grudge holder; that will be too big a bundle on your back,

And it will stop you from entering through the gates of heaven.

Snowhawk: If someone is trying to kill you, is that not evil?

Windhawk: Yes, of course it is.

Snowhawk: I don’t hold a grudge and I do forgive, but I never forget;

 It’s an Indian thing, as well as a family thing.

Windhawk: But they say even attempted murderers and rapists need to be forgiven,

By the victim; yet!

Snowhawk: I have walked away from more fights

Than stayed at fights I have fought and won.

Windhawk: Forgiveness frees the victim of the hold

 That evil act placed on the victim.

If the victim resents and hates without stopping,

 That ties the victim to that murdering rapist.

Snowhawk: Yes, but something like murder, true judgment goes to God for

 No one can hurt them more than God;

 There is but one who can destroy, both body and soul, in hellfire, and that is God.

Windhawk: That’s exactly what evil wants; the ties to it;

 Hate keeps them bound to them; Hate is binding;

 Love and forgiveness can set you free.

Snowhawk: Yes, I agree. I have forgiven a lot of trespasses in my day.

But I am also a very private person, always have been.

Windhawk: Love your enemy as yourself, hard as that can be to do;

Windhawk: I think of all the people sitting in prisons...so many

 Feel hopeless; so many are unloved, and despised and feared.

Windhawk: Many will never see the light of day.

Snowhawk: Many will never be forgiven.

Windhawk: Many will never know a true friend.

Snowhawk: But we do; we are true friends, sister;

 So I know only one, and you know only one;

Windhawk:  They seek the end with a bleak hopelessness;

 An empty void yawns ahead of them.

Snowhawk: Yes you know, I think now, its Romans

 That says; fear not what man can do to you,

But fear the one who can destroy both body and soul in hell;

So if I fear man is that not a sin?

Windhawk: Only Jesus can redeem man, but many refuse Jesus,

And they do so, with a confirmed hatred in their hearts,

 Because they hate churches and people in them, who

 They feel turned away; and because the people erred, they turn from God, too.

Windhawk: Fear can destroy both body and soul, so if you fear anything, you are vulnerable;

Snowhawk: This is true; fear leaves them in that darkness

 And truly, without any hope left for them, if they continue to refuse God,

They have chosen to be lost in their sin.

But if they cry out for help, and listen to the voice of God in the light;

The darkness and the fear will fall away,

And they shall be saved;

Everyone has that option; to live and die in sin

Or to live and die and rise again through the redeeming blood of the Savior;

He died for us all, but we must seek him out and accept his love as our own salvation.

© JD Couch and JA Wayahowl (1-30-2012)

When the Windhawk Talks

I am a listener, a hawk of the wind.

 I float on currents

Of thermal waves, listening to the mysteries

Circulating on the air; I

Translate what I learn into things I

Can share: stories, poems, and paintings;

 This is done so others learn

 Life is full of deeper meanings.

I'm a hawk of the wind, and I

 Have an abiding affinity

With creatures in the world,

 For they tell me secrets.

Cats are eavesdroppers who whisper to me

Their gleanings; wolves, wisely shy,

 Keep to civilization's edge,

And then safely

Distant, these silent watchers howl

Truths, from 20 miles away!

Dragonflies: light-dancers;

Praying Mantis: silent-golden;

Butterflies: change-bearers;

Scarabs: fate-keepers.

 All act as Harbingers of change;

 A listener always comes prepared.

Being Windhawk, I turn from no one

 Under the sun;

I know when to listen,

When to speak truly,

 And when it is time to fight;

The quiet-time is past.

Now, others must learn truth. Listen, ye.

Listen to the words spin

 Magic nets of dawning around thee!

I'm here to teach anyone who will listen.

When the Windhawk talks,

The mysteries of the universe are

An open book; miss not a word.

Jerriann Wayahowl Law

Copyright ©2012 Jerriann Law

(this was previously published in an anthology, in 2003, 

in a slightly different format.)

The Book

The book is the tool for those who seek knowledge.

You can find them everywhere, including your local College.

A book will tell you about the lives of famous people who

Made a mark in history and got recorded for posterity.

You will learn of other lands in travel books;

You will read poetry that you will want to read again and again,

You’ll laugh; you’ll say,

 “Oh, my!” and you’ll weep.

Or gasp at horror stories that put you on the edge of the seat,

And keep you awake, unable to sleep;

They even write books that will help interpret your dreams.

You can read books which will help you fix anything.

Fix a computer, fix a meal or fix a car!

A book has unlimited potential and will take you far.

There are books which will teach you how to play guitar.

There are books which will teach you how to sing

Like an Opera Star!

Or any other kind of singer that you admire!

Books will direct you and you must understand

And then you can be that Big Singing Star.

A book is the way to step into the middle of a Murder Mystery

And you’ll be the sleuth solving the crimes!

And yes, having a blast without getting bruised up! The time

Of your life will be surrounded by the word imagery

 You experience, reading the book of your choice.

Believe it or not, inside your mind, a book makes a beautiful noise.

You’ll find it such a fascination, you’ll think about it between readings;

When you are a lover of books, you’ll be a lover, all of your days.

You can read a romance about broken love: oh, how

It makes your heart sting!

And the struggle to find a lasting love: oh, how

It makes your heart sing!

A book will transport you into other worlds

With bigger than life worries and troubles: oh how

Much courage it takes to face such woes!

And you are right there in the thick of it, fighting foes!

Whatever misery or whatever triumph takes place

Inside a book, when you read it, you become a part of it;

Its experiences become real in the mind of a reader.

If it is well written and full of action, you can’t put it down,

Not until the very last word: that is the power of a good book.

Yes, go on to your local library, set right down and have a look;

I am sure you will find yourself a really good book.

The Bible is the book for one and all,

They say it is the greatest book of all;

It was the first choice of books to be translated

Into the Cherokee Language by Sequoya;

The Good Book will help you up, should you ever fall.

It teaches us to pray through good times and bad times;

It teaches us God is there with us through it all.

It shows us the right path to salvation and everlasting love;

It will turn your life around and you will drop that knife;

You’ll never harm a neighbor,

For you always take care to never harm your-self.

If we believe in Jesus Christ as our savior, he will be there at our call;

When Judgment Day comes, we’ll stand beside him; both proud and tall.

Yes, come on people, open up your bible, and have a look.

It will help you no matter what your worry

In fact it will say:

 “Why Worry? Trust in the Lord.”

Give it over to God to handle;

He will show you the way!

If you need an unfailing guide, this book is ‘the Book’.

It’s all you need for a happy life: the Book.

©JD Couch and JA Wayahowl (1-6-2012)

THE WINTER WITCH
Windhawk: Snowhawk, there’s nothing colder than a Winter Witch’s ass, so I’ve heard.
Snowhawk: Windhawk, I’d say, I’ve heard of colder that a Well Digger’s ass,
And hot as a Witch’s titty,
But never quite that witchy twist of a saying;
Windhawk:  It’s a Kentucky saying; I reckon I’ve heard it all my life.
And if you think of it, a Winter Witch’s ass must truly be frigid.
Snowhawk: Yes, icicles on the ole asshairs,
Windhawk: And it must be very windy whenever she farted.
Snowhawk: Yes, she frosted the windows up, I bet.
Windhawk:  Quite fumy;
Snowhawk: Yep, and ranky stanky;
A stinky, ole fart windbag;
Yes, oh, but at least she fumigated the air;
Windhawk: Her broom held its nose and looked for a heater to hover over.
Snowhawk: That’s a new meaning to Air Pollution.
Yes, poor broom; one frozen stick, with her ass all astraddle!
Because, if not; she’d crawl over to Rover the cat.
Oh, dear, she might be too tipsy: the Asshole who missed the saddle.

Windhawk: Well, I heard her charms, she used mainly to harm.
Someone would lock her ass up in the barn.
Snowhawk: But she’d bypass the farm.
Too many animals bellowed in pain from her stinky fly-over.
The Farmer couldn't breathe, so he meant to shoot her on sight.
Windhawk: He thought she was a UFO!
Snowhawk: He raised his gun and fired it into the night.
Windhawk: She always escaped over his barn.
She shot away, until only her gassy farts were a telltale red glow in the sky.
Snowhawk: The Farmer’s Wife was very mad.
She said, “You spend more time on that cold Witch’s ass than you do on me.”
Windhawk: The Farmer said, “I can’t make her happy, cos I admit it; she’s right.”
But then to her, he said, “Don’t worry, Baby; my love; you’ll always be my Honey-bun.”
Snowhawk: He turned on the sugar, so sweet; it oozed like molasses.
And soon, they forgot about any asses but their own.

Windhawk: But the Wife saw the Winter Witch flying around outside, and
She jumped up, and to the Farmer, she demanded, “Which you want to do:
Kiss my ass or kiss that cold Witch’s ass out that window? Why won’t she leave us alone?”
Snowhawk: They both hurried outside, and looked up to see:
Around and around the barn, the Winter Witch on her broomstick, flew;
The Wife said; “Keep your nose out of my business.”
But then sparks hit the barn and up in flames, it shot and quickly it got very hot!
Windhawk: The Wife screamed, “That Witch must go!”

And as the Farmer tried to rescue the animals, and paid no attention,
She stomped her foot, “I will put a stop to this!” She hissed.
To her Husband, she yelled, “Don’t give me any more kisses!”
Snowhawk: She ran toward the Witch, meaning to do her best to end the old Hag’s life.
Well, the barn was all aglow; the Witch came flying back.
Soaring in, like an Eagle on the attack;
She aimed to knock the Wife flat of her back,
But the Wife grabbed the Witch’s foot and yanked her off the broom.
And then, they rolled in the grass;
And dang, if the Witch didn’t fart a really big one out her ass;
She started to swell as the Wife choked her neck;
Snowhawk: Up, up, up, they both flew, as if headed straight to the moon.

Snowhawk: But the Farmer took aim and shot the Witch in her ass,
And like a balloon in deflate, in an erratic tumble, the two fell.
The Farmer’s Wife had almost whipped the Witch’s ass.
But that gigantic Fart had pooted so hard,
They’d lifted up from the ground from the excess gas.
Windhawk: The Farmer cried out, “Don’t leave me, Honey!”
The Wife went sailing into the haystack and she landed, none too happy.
Snowhawk: She lay there gasping for breath, flat of her back.
Her Husband came running and lifted her up;
He took her home and put her to bed,
And he treated her like a baby, for the rest of her days.
He promised, making sure the window screen was pulled down,
“I will never make you mad, again, because of that gassy-assed Witch.”
And he kept his word; if ever the Winter Witch flew by, he dared not even look at the sky.
Whenever he smelled the stink of sulfur or rotten eggs,
He’d sign it away with the Evil Eye.
© JD Couch and JA Wayahowl, 1-11-2012

 Remember, With Love

Windhawk: Small friends are with us, always.
Little ones with fur; like children, we love them.
We care for them.
They come to us, tiny and afraid, hungry, lost.
Snowhawk: Yes, several loved pets, I have had.
One was a German Shepherd named King, a retired Police dog.
 Yes, he was my protector.
 He would not growl or bark, only bite the hell out of you!
But that was only when he knew you were a threat to my safety.
I loved King so much; I will never forget his love for me.
He was my friend.
Windhawk:  Remember, with love.

 Windhawk:  We hold them, cuddle them, and love them.
We feed them well; we take them to the vet when they are sick.
They look to us like we’re parents, not just as caretakers,
Trusting us to react in a kindly fashion;
A kind act will bring them into the fold; they are a part of the family!
Snowhawk: They win a special place in our hearts, and we will never part.
Once they have entered in, they never go out.
They stay, and they love keeping us company;
They give us so much in return. We love them, with all of our heart.
Windhawk: Remember, with love

Give in to their simplicity.
Laugh at their antics.
The silly things they do that bring laughter;
 Go ahead: laugh and they will love it.
They are happy spirits and enjoy nothing better than hearing you laugh;
If they brought the laughter, all the better,
They will act even sillier; natural clowns.
Snowhawk: And then you will have a friend for life, and they know it is true.
Windhawk: Remember, with love.

Windhawk: And even when something naughty gets done,
You can't punish them; they won’t understand.
Snowhawk: But in your eyes, there is nothing your pet can't do.
Windhawk: You have to be stern and let them see they did a bad thing,
But never ever be cruel;
Snowhawk: If you do, people; then you are the fool.
Windhawk: For your pet loves you unconditionally,
And would protect you to the death!
Snowhawk: I know if you pay attention, then you can see
Windhawk: How much love you will receive!
Windhawk: Your life quality is enriched with sweet furry ones in your home.
Snowhawk: It is in God that we believe, just as your dog believes in you.
Windhawk: God loves all the animals and set man as watch guard over them.
Remember, with love.

Snowhawk: And if you live in the country, your dog is free to roam.
But he will always come back home.
Windhawk: Man's best friend is his canine companion.
Snowhawk: He can’t be without his master but just for so long.
So treat them with kindness, showing them love from your heart.
Windhawk: It is known that he will sit by his master’s grave,
 Waiting for his master to return;
 And he will die there by that grave, patiently devoted, unto death's gate;
Such is the fate of the strength between the dog and man;
Snowhawk: He is grieving for a life lost, a love so deep;
 There, he will lie there, by the grave, and he will yearn.
So love them unconditionally, while you can; remember, with love.

Windhawk: Seek to love everyone, with such deep abiding love.
Snowhawk: A canine is a gift to man from God.
 God is watching over them all from above.
Windhawk: Love is never lost, when it is so true,
Snowhawk: If you don't believe that then who is the fool?
Snowhawk: Dog spelled backwards is love. Dog spelled backwards is God!
Windhawk: Sweet and true, loyal, and seeking to cure your blues;
Dog spelled backwards truly does spell LOVE.
Snowhawk: They are a blessing from God above.
Windhawk: Truly, a blessing from God above;
Windhawk: Remember your darlings, remember, with love.

Snowhawk:  Cherish the memories;
They will protect you both day and night;
 They’re ready to die at your side.
Windhawk: They ask only for your love, your care, to be fed
 And when sick, enough concern to be taken to the vet,
So they can hang around a little longer, for their life span is short,
But a well cared for friend can live many years,
When they are your dear!
Snowhawk: But most of anything, they need your love.
Windhawk: Remember, with love.

Snowhawk: The same as God, who loves us, from high above,
And sees that we are taken care of; so too,
We should care for the little furry ones.
Snowhawk: And don’t forget: Dog spelled backwards is God
Windhawk: God has a great affinity for the dog, a friend unto the end;
Snowhawk: He is with the Heavenly Father,
God’s love is unconditional, shining love
 Down upon man and canine alike;
Windhawk: So remember, remember, with love; remember, with love.
©JD Couch and JA Wayahowl, 1-18-2012