Originally Posted by
Pendragon
Samurai Girl
It seems that I recall a request by a little nightingale,
To as for a personal poem written for a special girl.
One like I walk in tune with nature, I hear it whisper on the hills and dales,
In the song of the birds and chatter of a squirrel.
You seem to walk the path of the warrior maiden, self-chosen
And you will learn to look both inside yourself and without.
To stand motionless as if your very being had quickly frozen;
To move with absolute surety of motion, no room for doubt.
My own animal guiding spirit may watch over your shoulder,
That silent golden-eyed cougar, hunter on soft, padded feet.
And when you come along a path to an immoveable boulder--
You will set your heart and mind to never accept defeat.
Somewhere far across the waters in the Mountains of the West:
Never forget there was once an Uncle, who wished you only the best...
Uncle Pen
