The basement cell where Geronimo was sometimes kept
Had an uneven floor, said to be caused by his constant pacing.
I too pace the walls inside my mind, for it seems to be holding me
Though sometimes I can escape it, through imagination.
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I love the feel of this, Patti. You evoke a sense of the age of things, places and memories. There is a wonderful poem about the Indian Names living on in our land by Lydia Huntley Sigourney (1791 - 1865) . You reminded me of it. It is also part of a wonderful album by Natalie Merchant called Leave your Sleep. Look it up if you haven't heard it, it's beautiful.
Very good and intriguing; reminds me of some of the ancient western Indian lore that I so enjoy.