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he swore
the buffalo were bigger
(tho how he knew – he couldn’t say)
sheets of storm
to claim the valley
nights
(they took his breath away)
was made a bed
of fur and needles
bear and bull
another claim
fathers lost (and fathers keeping)
watchful stars above the plain
spoke of times
the air much sweeter
mountains emptied blue and clear
sunlight fell to love
around them
whispers (only they could hear)
told of darkness
pressed to shadows
swirled in branches (cedar smoke)
someone came
the world to promise
with practiced pen
were lives rewrote
of far away (the leaving lonely)
left behind was paradise
ceilings kept a view
of heaven
longing pooled in sacred light
blessed place
of blood and honor
none could prosper
from disgrace
nights he wanders still (as thunder)
rolling herds of wind
and rain
tornadoday 
this rolled through me like your thunder,
a steady beat that pulled at my heart
a wonderful poem Bobbie…as always
makes me give pause and no how blessed I am
Take Care…
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maryrose
Oh, Maryrose, me too! These stories are such a part of who I am, and somehow it seems blasphemy to ever think of letting them rest. Even the heart that breaks is bent on beating! Thank you so much. ~ Love you, Bobbie
Wow…fascinating one!……………love you, Linda
I’m so glad you like, Linda. As much a part of me as every other story, this blood runs wild. ~ Much and always, Bobbie
Makes me think of the “Trail of Tears” and what we did to them, and to others like them. They were the ones dishonored and we were the disgraced. Sad, and powerful words, Bobbie. Wonderfully written.
xo,
Paul
That’s always the truth, dear Paul. Whenever we hurt another, the one who looks the worst is us. Our actions never define those we persecute; they define us. If you have never seen “The New World”, you should see it…….. Although times have changed, my greatest pride is in the tribe whose name is written on my heart…….
I love this, Bobbie. It is poignant, and so telling that the blood that runs through our veins have many stories to tell, some that could make the heart weep, but in the end, it is love that triumphs and outlasts.
Indeed it is, Dee. In the end, it is love that seals our place for eternity and love that surely grants us immortality. Thank you so much. ~ My love always, Bobbie
A lovely image, that embraces me with the tears of our ancestors! You touched deep into my heart and your words are a beautiful tribute to thier still living spirits…wonderful kudos to your poem Bobbie. I feel the radiant lift of their smiles!
Whenever there is a storm, I watch the sky for their approach. Thank you, Wendell. We both know that life and love are more than blood and names ~ connections are written in the night sky. Truly, thank you for your blessings. ~ Love, Bobbie
Bobbie I applaud Paul for his wholesome and beautiful comment, My great grandmother and her family made that trek on the trail of tears! Thanks Paul…i sure her spirit is smiling!
If you haven’t read the story of the Cherokee Rose, you should look it up. I am certain it would touch your heart, Wendell. ~ Love, Bobbie