Poetry/Free Verse/Drums and Flutes Copyright Protected, ID 08-1568-445-08 All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written August 08, 2023 Submitted to the International Contest, Read Me! Sponsor, Silent One, Judged 12/06/2023
First Place
and the drums beat, beat, beat and flutes and voices float and the eagle calls me and the wolves howl, howl, howl oh, a wind is whistling, whirling, whispering come, come, come and in the stillness I am an Ojibway girl seeking my lost heritage I bow to the grandfather spirits in the sky telling them with respect that I am trying to find my place and the drums beat, beat, beat and the flutes and voices float and the eagle calls me and the wolves howl, howl, howl and a lone eagle feather drifts down from the sky as a gift from the eagle spirit to give me courage and strength for my journey
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