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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Something Old April 29, 2016 A feather lost glides, drifting, it soars, in the mighty wind, it twirls and swirls, as if dancing; once, the People owned all the wilderness, they called it home, now they watch it be destroyed. There, high upon a sheer jagged, rocky cliff, an appaloosa horse of many colors stands majestic; there, under a blazing azure sky above, an Ojibwa girl looks at the beautiful land of Canada. There, in that mighty wind that roars and howls, eagle feathers in my hair and on my horse gently flutter; there, below the Ottawa River thunders, and the vast lands of wilderness stretch to the horizon. There, above in that cloudless sky canopy, eagles fly, symbolizing the Peoples spirit and strength; there, in my dream, I am one with my ancestors, the only sound is the wind that moves the fluttering feathers. A feather lost glides, drifting, it soars, in the mighty wind, it twirls and swirls, as if dancing; once, the People owned all the wilderness, they called it home, now they watch it be destroyed. Something New October 6, 2021 "They called it home, now the People watch it being destroyed, once, they owned all the wilderness and in the mighty wind, a lone feather twirls and swirls as if dancing ..." the quivering feather is the only sound where in my dream I am one with my People and eagles flying above symbolize our spirit and strength as they glide in a cloudless sky canopy the vast land of Canada stretches to the horizon and below the rocky cliffs the Ottawa River thunders as feathers in my hair and on my horse dance in the mighty winds that roars this Ojibwe girl looks at the vast lands once owned by the People, vast land that could have been shared and with my majestic Appaloosa horse of many colors upon that high jagged rocky cliff ... I weep "and a feather lost glides drifting it soars" ______________________ October 06, 2021 Poetry/Verse/''The Lost Feather'' Copyright Protected, ID 10-1395-601-06 All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France Submitted to the Standard contest, Something Old Something New sponsor, John Lawless, Judged 06/08/2022 First Place
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