summer cicada
enchanted songstress
waited unafraid
on the redwood
hand rail
above creek
under trees
a gift
***
watching from
the shadows of time
ancestors
understand
my love
always the
land belongs
to them
morning takes
my hand
we walk
stories of this
float into
my soul
humbling
to be touched
for eternity
sacred fire
brands my
heart
kindred
peace
sweet
absolution
drips like
honey
threads of time
weave together
past and present
veiled hatred
unable to
destroy a
gentle people’s
history
❤
the beginning of Tunica Biloxi
* inspired by the Tunica-Biloxi Tribe
Nature Board Walk, Marksville, Louisiana
“i wrote this, and it was fun.”
sandra m. hagan
(c)
June 2nd, 2012
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2 comments:
Beautiful, my friend. You have such a way with words.
Mary
Thank you Mary. I learn so much from your posts.
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