The rainstorm and the rivers are my brothers!
The Heron and the Otter are my friends.
And we all are connected to each other…
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends…
How high will the sycamore grow?
If you cut it sown, then you’ll never know!
And you’ll never hear the wolf cry!
For whether we are white or copper skinned;
We need to sing with all the voices of mountains!
We need to paint with all the colors of wind!
You can own the earth still!
All you’ll own is earth until-
you can paint with all the colors of wins!! …
Ellie
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I am a professor, a poet, an author, and an immigrant. I am the survival of many political and economical hardship.
As a political immigrant, it took me a long time to master the English language and to come to terms that I can never see my family again.
"THE PARTING FROM MY FAMILY WAS THE BEGINNING OF A FRIENDSHIP THAN THE END OF OUR FRIDAYS!"
My autobiography, "THE RAIN STOPS IN TEXAS" was published in 1997 by Eakin Press. It can be found in Amazon.
As Ernest Hemingway says, write about something you know, most of my novels are about cultural difference of the old and new and American style of living compare to my home country.
My poetry are in all forms. I write as they come to me. My first draft is always my last draft.
"THIS IS MY WORLD, WELCOME!"
"THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE!"
Ellie belfiglio 
August 23, 2018 at 11:31 pm
Really beautiful.
August 24, 2018 at 2:31 am
Thank you for your comment.
September 7, 2018 at 6:28 pm
As with all fine poetry it encapsulates the essence in a few words.
September 8, 2018 at 1:29 am
Gratitude John.
October 29, 2018 at 4:46 pm
Lovely. It sings!
October 30, 2018 at 12:33 am
Gratitude.