The Seven Crows – Part Three

–Short Stories, Poetry, Storytelling, And Photography

The Seven Crows have been on this land for many years and when they first started gathering here on this farm it was a small house, a few barns, a dirt road, and a pond.  Like any other family, they liked to eat their morning breakfast together, talk, and they loved the dirt road.  It seemed to always have the best worms.  It was a quiet place, a peaceful place, and they called it home.

The Seven liked to meet on the berm that was by the pond. It was about seven feet tall, and you could see most of the farm from there.  They flew in with the elder Crow coming in first, then the four youngest, and the two mothers coming in last.  They would stand in a circle, and it sounded like they were having conversations.  Several walked down the dusty old road, and if you listened closely, you could hear laughter.  They were never in a hurry and when they grew bored, they would fly out in the same order they flew in.  They repeated this ritual several times a day, starting with sunrise and ending with sunset.

As the years past some of the forest was cleared and farms sold to make room for houses.  I remember the first time I saw them, they were not the least frightened, and I would sit and watch them as long as they would stay.  One morning when I left to go see my grandchildren Seven Crows were standing in their front yard.  I could not say if these Seven were the same ones from my front yard but there were indeed Seven.

Ever since I was young and lived on a farm, I have loved the magical Crows.  They have always been near the places I lived and greeted me as a friend.  My Grandmother told me of the Folklore of the Crows saying they are some of the smartest animals you find.  She told me to always be kind to them and leave them gifts and they will never forget your kindness.  They also can hold a grudge passing it to other Crows and they can remember faces of people that were kind to them, more importantly, the ones that tried to hurt them.  Lastly, they mourn when one of them dies, gathering around, making loud sounds, much like humans.

For me they are my friends and they also live in my stories and memories.  When I see them, I always feel that I am among loyal friends.  It is said they can prepare for the future, and I would love to know what they are preparing for, yet my knowledge is not like my Grandmother, and I may never know all there is to known about The Crows.

Part One

The Owl And The Crow | BIZCATALYST 360°

Part Two

The Crow And The Deer (Part Two) | BIZCATALYST 360°



Larry Tyler
Larry Tyler
Awaken the possibilities … then unleash them. After 55 years of successful retail management, I have returned to my passion of writing. I write Poetry, Storytelling, and Short Stories. As a child, I grew up on front porch storytelling. I would sit and listen to my Dad and his brothers tell these great stories that were captivating, and I always wanted to hear more. I wanted to experience the things they talked about. I started writing at a young age and reading everything I could get my hands on. At twelve years old I started a storytelling group and several of my friends became writers or poets. At 16 I hopped box cars and worked the tobacco fields, orange groves, picked cotton, and spent many nights around a campfire listing to life stories. Someone once asked me why I wrote. It consumes an amazing amount of time and I assure you it is not going to make me rich. I write so that my children can touch and feel my words telling of the ones that came before us and the stories they told me. These are the chronicles of our family and even though they come from my childhood memories and are deeply rooted in a child’s remembrance at least they may feel what it was like in the time before them and cherish the things the elders left behind. I am a Columnist & Featured Contributor, BIZCATALYST360 and I have The Writers Café, a group on LinkedIn that features Poets, Writers, Artists, Photographers, and Musicians . On Facebook I have two groups and one page; Dirt Road Storytelling, From Abandoned To Rescue Dogs And Cats, and About Life, Love And Living. As writers, it is true that we honestly do not know what we hold within us until we unleash it. When our words inspire others only then will inspiration return to the writer. I will spend my twilight years in search of the next story, the next poem, and the next image. I will take the time to enjoy my Wife, our Dogs, and Cats, and our amazing new home and I will always find the time to walk down a dirt road I truly hope is that I never have to read another book on Leadership, be on a conference call or see another plan o gram as these were the tool for what I did in life and not about who I am.

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