Indian Presence
Indian Presence
On a high road round a Kiamischi,
On a sunny afternoon,
We stopped upon an overlook
To enjoy the valley view.
A layout of variegated green,
Like scattered postage stamps
Horses and cows were ants,
A blowing mist made all things damp.
Silently, I walked that road,
When I became the victim of an oddity;
I felt a band around my head;
A gasp and touch felt tiny beads.
I smoothed a fine suede sleeveless shift,
Saw olive arms and moccasins fringed;
Though the day was more than a little warm, I
Shuddered with an ice cold cringe.
All the environment bore a mystic tone,
I shoved it to imagination;
Tho when I stepped back in the car,
Two lovely white feathers floated, slowly, to the ground.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2016
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