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.