Lake Poway Reflection

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As I lied on the ground in my backyard, I looked at the hawk flying above this Southern California neighborhood, located in the foothills west of the beach. If I was that bird, I could see almost everything I need to live. I could see Lake Poway, a squirrel at the base of the sycamore. If I was that bird I could see the California White Butterfly, resting on the goldenrod. Unlike me the hawk had everything it needed to live, but I needed respect. As I watched the hawk, it saw my friend and me lying on our backs with our legs intertwined. We were home from college and leg wrestling to pass the afternoon. It was a manner of fighting we were taught to call Indian wrestling. As the hawk disappeared, I lost. We rolled over on our knees and stood