Ishi-- Last of a Tribe
He emerged from gold lands, far and near,
only skin and bones, and windswept loam.
He forged through thistles, confusion and fear,
wore a river on his back, and a cloak of home
draped over his shoulders, into worlds unknown
Tears ran rivulets on the white man's ground
drenched with forgiveness, from a crying sun,....
and the eyes of a Yahi...from a tribe,..... since gone
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For Deb's Contest: "8 Lines, Any kind"
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ishi
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2013
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