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0 posted 2000-07-08 09:13 AM


The Shawnee Grandmother

At a time primitive,
came the flooding of the earth,
your new start, says the bible ~
from ours, comes the story.

Saved, was your family
in canoe so great and large ~
and the woman was
our only survivor and living hope.

She dwelled there, in the valley
in the shadow of the hill
and from there she could see
the people of your bible.

She knew of them from rising smoke of
their wigwam, but to her came
loneliness, and bitterness, which set in
and sorrowfully, she cried.

From the heavens came a messenger,
and to this visitor of light,
the woman gave up her sorrow
and told of her loneliness.

The woman wept as she was the only
one left of all her people.

The visitor whispered to the woman
"remember how the first man was made"
leaving her alone
to think of the Great Spirit.

The woman then fingered the clay,
red of earth, created by the
Great Spirit, as was man,

and carefully the woman
folded the clay, forming children
of the earth and she cried.

The visitor returned to the weeping woman
and reminded her of the Great Spirit's gift

and with great understanding
she breathed life into
the red clay children's nostrils
and life began.

We owe all we know to
the woman we call
Grandmother of the Shawnee.


©Karilea Rilling Jungel
7 July 2000



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1 posted 2000-07-08 09:57 AM


Karilea~

Indeed our spirits walk together on this day.
Beautiful thoughts my spirited friend.

'The woman then fingered the clay,
red of earth, created by the
Great Spirit, as was man'

May it always be remembered.
~*Marge*~


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2 posted 2000-07-08 11:15 AM


Some of us are poets, and some of us are storytellers.......You, my friend, have the gift of both....I could feel the breath of the Grandmother and her joy at giving life.

   From all of us grandmothers........

              Thank you....


Paint your words upon the eager waiting canvas of my heart.....~Sunny1~

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3 posted 2000-07-08 11:16 AM


One of my previous lives lived, I would believe...thanks, Marge!

Sunny

~~~Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see the shadow.
Helen Keller ~~~

When you want to be loved, look within...KRJ


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4 posted 2000-07-08 11:17 AM


Sunny1, you snuck in on me...thank you so much!  Now, are you for real...a grandmother? Such as I...too much in common here...

Sunny

~~~Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see the shadow.
Helen Keller ~~~

When you want to be loved, look within...KRJ


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