The Clan Keeper

The Clan Keeper The matriarch in the totem pole; Gave her knowledge freely. So that her offspring would know; The beauty of the mystery. And each generation born; From seeds she planted by the family tree. Would be decoration adorned; That sets her spirit free. Then continues on her presence; Throughout the centuries. And those that acknowledge the imprints; Are her blossoms and her leaves. When the wind blows through the boughs; We hear her call our names. When the owl cries and the wolf howls; We know her mark has sustained. And as the family grows; The matriarch lives in each member. We are the seeds she sowed; And with gratitude we remember. By: Darlene Doll Smith