The sun slowly rises in the east as the morning mist gives way.
The generations gathered to celerbrate the cycles, to feast, dance and pray.
Our fathers kept tradition all arrived to this same hallowed ground.
Like all of their fathers before brave yet peaceful and profound.
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Here, here! this brought a tear to my eye, i can never think of these people without hurting for the injustice, yet feeling pride also at their braveness, so many thoughts dance through my mind and so many faces gaze out of sepia paper stored in my minds eye...tyvm
Powerful poem, and one that resonates with this Yakama and Choctaw native. ;)
ohhhhhh, and it does work for all natives that have been invaded by wandering tribes of those who think they have a right to take from others....smiles...
this is truly a vision of reality. Living in Choctaw Nation, I am surrounded by visuals of what has been done in the name of prosperity. You are a very talented human....great write...blessings...DeVa
Really love this, a really great poems, one of the best i've read.
My wife was half Cherokee and she had many stories that her father and aunt passed on to her. A great poem Jack.