Wind Talker

Written by: Carolyn Devonshire

‘neath the halo of a full moon Wind Talker gives music to the night flute carved from a fallen tree he plays to the dwindling forest trees that remain and creatures losing habitat softly the melody resonates through the woods Wind Talker recalls stories handed down tribal legacies of prosperity, joy an era when animals were protected and revered glory days of spiritual people proud Native Americans who honored their culture cast away even as treaties were signed so much has been lost so much clad in soft skins Wind Talker wishes for what might have been if settlers had never made their way to his land yes, the land is his it always will be; this he knows his heart’s sadness emanates from Wind Talker’s flute development is approaching, encroaching more houses, more highways fewer trees, less land for animals to roam freely resignation sets in no way to reclaim the past ceremonial drums fade in the distance so much has been lost so much