Voices On The Wind Silence echoes through the night, on the wings of yesterday's sorrows, bouncing off the tops of mighty redwoods; ricocheting around mountain peaks and flowing out onto the plains like a chilling winter breeze. Rippling through wheat fields and skipping over lakes, it taps out a sad refrain on the leaves of giant maples and dainty birch, then spirals to the tops of towering pines, snakes along meandering rivers and dives into the rising ocean tide. It carries with it the distant cries of those who shaped the land with bare hands and sweat; pick axes and hammers and nets, paying the price of tomorrow with their lives, and leaving their voices on the wind. august 2004 ŠJanet Reid
