Leaving the gray cloud of Carlisle

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Open Poetry #44

Leaving the gray cloud of Carlisle

Burk28
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since 2009-01-08

Posts 80
Michigan USA

0 posted 2009-01-08 02:40 PM

"I am leaving this gray, Carlisle shroud!"
She refused to wear the feathers of a crow,
Refused to pluck her eagles wings,
To become less of the human being that she is.

Walking out into sun cast meadows,
Flowers dripping,
A free woman's perfume.
"If I were to be a white woman,
The great father would have made me so!"
"I am Indian, Native American,I am Squaw to no man, Ever!

She came to the end of the walk,
Unable to speak any further,
Mind racing at the thoughts, the changes, the pain inflicted on her people.

O,that the great dances, the great songs will be sung again!
At the lodges and fires burning high into native skies!
That our young will never forget the tree that bore them,
The river that washed them,
And the wilds that fed them!

" O, Carlisle! why do you place this spear in our hearts?
Why must we be made to walk as the turtle, when we are the Elk, the fox,
and the Buffalo?"

There soiled, blood stained hands, she refused to grasp,
back turned,
she walks, runs, and tries to forget,
The Gray shroud of Carlisle

Peace of mind can only be achieved when we find peace with self

ethome
Member Patricius

since 2000-05-14

Posts 11858
New Brunswick Canada

1 posted 2009-01-08 03:04 PM

Beautiful!
I know where this is coming from.

I just posted a similiar type of work in the last forum #43 called 'The Trail Of Wild Horses'

SO MANY trails lost.

Thank you for this wonderful insightful work!

Eric

Burk28
Member

since 2009-01-08

Posts 80
Michigan USA

2 posted 2009-01-08 03:48 PM

Thanks for taking the time to read this piece, much appreciated

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