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In a sacred, woodland shrine
I sat with spirits
of another age —
braves, elders and chiefs
at the summer hunting ground.
of the Mississauga tribe
(A nomadic people,
some of them moved south
to join the Cherokee.)
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I asked nothing of them
but, vowed to respect the sanctity of their land
and tribal customs.
Observing my open, lonely heart
they bade me follow them
to a clearing
I’d never before seen.
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Standing there
was a beautiful princess
with eyes of onyx and raven hair.
Long grass swayed
silver in the moonlight
Her fingers brushed the tips of the blades.
We talked —
she bade me follow.
I have followed ever since.
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oh, this is beautifulš
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eyes of onyx…
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It definitely takes you there. Native American culture is so intriguing to me. Great use of imagery.
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Lovely, it paints a clear and wonderful picture.
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Captivating! Absolutely loved the ending.
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This is my first visit to this particular blog of yours, normally I stay over at “gotta find a home”…I’m so glad I came here, stunning poetry, wonderful art.
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This refers to a site on Birch Island near where I have a small cabin. I love to meditate there and have seen the spirits of the original inhabitants. It was a very moving experience.
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It’s a beautiful and serene place, a lovely place to escape and communicate with souls.
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Beautifully written! The last few words echo in my soul! Thank you for the lovely poem!!!
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Thank you, your kind words are much appreciated. ~ Dennis
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Awesome poem Dennis!
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Thank you, Wendel, your kind words are much appreciated.
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You took me there Dennis. I too am following.
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I’m so glad that my words spoke to your heart.
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Well-written and intriguing.
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Thank you so much.
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WOW WOW WOW–I could see the silver grasses and the woman with onyx eyes… And your ending is wonderfully powerful.
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I love your enthusiasm. Thank you.
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I’m kind of known for that, Dennis–hope I don’t overwhelm you! God bless you today.
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Nice…being part Cherokee, it spoke to me on many levels.
Kathy
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My sons are part Miākmaq from New Brunswick, Canada. They are very proud of their heritage.
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As am I.
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Very beautifully written Dennis, it takes you there!
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Thanks, Mark. Your words are much appreciated.
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This is a great poem. I wanted to share on twitter and facebook but I couldn’t connect from your site.
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Hi Meredith, thanks for your kind words. I’ll have to check my settings to find the problem with Twitter and FB.
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Choctaw on my maternal grandmother’s side, I am especially intrigued by this elegant poem. Great work, Dennis!
ron
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My sons are part Mi’kmaq from New Brunswick, Canada. They are very proud of their heritage.
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Very ensnaring!
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I’m glad that you enjoyed the read.
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Beautiful!
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Thank you, Fern.
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