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Sunshine

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Listening to every heart

0 posted 2001-05-20 08:09 AM

Well Used Thoughts, Three

the wind whips
back my thoughts to me
as the echo
reverberates like
a whippoorwill’s song

the soddie now only used
as storage for foods,
its coolness a blessing
and a sanctuary on
scorcher days

but my new home,
white, still simple,
my dreams won’t die
and it will be
grand
by his hand
and mine

he’s called me his survivor

even the children, now
all three
stretch up to meet the
sun,
like the bluestem
and the corn

even they don’t let
me miss the wanderings
my mind takes
easterly

I miss the ocean, some days
only because as I walk
through the waving
wheat, I see the
ships again,
but cannot smell the salt

if I close my eyes
when I come to the riverbank,
and step into the cool
if I close my eyes
and listen to the wind
if I close my eyes,

I am almost home again

children’s laughter
brings me back again
to the real

the wind whips
‘round my thoughts to me
echoes
reverberating like
a meadowlark’s song

                  ~*~

in kneading bread, I
notice that the hands, white
with our own wheat’s flour,
are not the ones
I brought here
some seven years ago,

but I would like
this stranger’s hands

they appear most capable

                  ~*~

I have lost all fear now
of the tribes
perhaps only women understand
how the Indians feel
as they react in terror of loss
of their homes

wouldn’t I do the same to keep mine?

                  ~*~

when he is gone on the trip to town
and I am alone here for the two
days
with only my brood, the cow,
the chickens, and chores,
my mind holds the prayer
and he never fails me

he hands the package to me
even before the kiss,
bringing paper to me,
he knows I will use it well,

he knows where my heart lies
when my quill is in my hand,
as my hand
dates May 20, 1875

and the stranger’s hands
are mine again,

as my heart needs to note

that the wind has again
whipped
back my thoughts to me

this echoing
that reverberates like
a lone hawk’s song

and I am where I belong.

[This message has been edited by Sunshine (edited 05-20-2001).]

Professor Gloom
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since 2000-07-23

Posts 3082
of Depression

1 posted 2001-05-20 08:24 AM

I enjoyed this,
it well gives the sense of the time you write about,
and reminds us of the past.

Gloom

Cerenity
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since 2000-02-16

Posts 2637
Escondido-California

2 posted 2001-05-20 08:25 AM

Hi Sunshine,

Good morning this was beautiful, I loved the trip through your eyes,

Love, Cerenity

"God doesn't have to be reminded that we exist.
We have to be reminded that He exist!"

(Writer Unknown)

Alan
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since 2000-09-12

Posts 1499
right next door

3 posted 2001-05-20 08:31 AM

This is good. I like it

Nan

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since 1999-05-20

Posts 21191
Cape Cod Massachusetts USA

4 posted 2001-05-20 08:38 AM

What a wonderful way to begin a Sunday morn...

VAS
Member Rara Avis

since 2000-11-16

Posts 7450
Oregon

5 posted 2001-05-20 12:16 PM

Awe inspiring, Sunshine. Your inspiration??? It seems so much that it was your experience as it is so powerfully woven, yet of course it could not have been. this must be submitted to a Native American publication and beyond. It is fantastic!!!

Sudhir Iyer
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since 2000-04-26

Posts 6943
Mumbai, India : now in Belgium

6 posted 2001-05-21 05:35 AM

I am alone
...
with only my brood
...
my mind holds the prayer
and he never fails me
...
and the stranger’s hands
are mine again,

as my heart needs to note

that the wind has again
whipped
back my thoughts to me
......

WOW, this is wonderful weaving of the highest level of skill...

Regards, my friend, Karilea,
Sudhir

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