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Post by wolfe1965 on Sept 14, 2011 9:04:02 GMT -6
I will be the first one to admit I am not much of a writer, but this is something I did a few years ago. Please let me know what you think and don't worry about hurting my feelings! Past, Present, and Future He sits. Alone, old, gray, and shaggy, he sits in the noon sun. He remembers. Memories of when his people once hunted the buffalo, deer, and elk on ancestral lands. Memories of when no enemy could stand against his tribe fill his mind. He thinks. Thoughts of how time has changed so many things run through his consciousness. Today, his people are few, scattered, many caged far from their home. He dreams. Dreams of a future where his tribe is returned to their former glory fill his heart with hope. He stands. He stretches, turns, and pads into the forest on four paws.
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Post by rvm45 on Sept 14, 2011 10:59:04 GMT -6
I'm almost tearfully glad to see another Poet. Poetry is something I do, but have never gotten over being a touch embarrassed to admit it. Are Wolves a Special Totem to you? Halfway through, I thought you might be describing an old Indian. .....RVM45
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Post by wolfe1965 on Sept 14, 2011 11:19:29 GMT -6
RVM,
Wow, you got what I was trying to do! Was comparing the decline of the wolf to the decline of the tribes.
They are a very special totem to me. Am 3/4 Cherokee and they are my spirit animal. BTW, think you received a knife from me in a Hoodlum KITH. It was one of the first ones that Abo did.
Wolfe1965
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Post by rvm45 on Sept 14, 2011 12:34:55 GMT -6
Wasn't me that got the knife. I've never entered one. As I grow older, I realize how far I've left behind the days.... And the ways of the Folks..... of my childhood. I knew a boy growing up, just slightly--who died in a car accident at about the age of 12 or 13. He lived a couple doors down from where my Aunt and Grandma lived. When we visited, and I tired of listening to the adults talk--I'd sometimes wander over to his house. He had both a Pony, and a Tetherball set-up. I had a pony of my own at home--but sure enjoyed riding his pony barebacked. He might have been a year older than me. It would have been about 69 or 70 when he died. And I think: "If he could get a 3 week furlough to come back to life, what a different place this World would be than the one he left behind." We are contemporaries--he and I. I can fake belonging to this unreal World, largely through having witnessed the Genesis of much of the oddness and quaintness. If this much has changed in 40 or 45 years..... How much has changed since the last free Cherokee roamed the Woodlands? It boggles the mind. .....RVM45
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