HE COULD WEAVE AND WHISTLE

Hiding in the shadows, within the darkness he watches,

Fear spreads among a mountain community of faith.

A mother does hide the child who is of difference,

A young man wanders in the dark of night, brings fright.

He does not speak, treated unkind like a monster in time,

He would whistle to speak, this man was not a freak.

What a talent he possessed, a weaver of baskets and more,

Listen and watch as this stranger to most could weave and whistle.

Keith Garrett