Far From Home

In my heart there is pain
As I long for my home
Where I know I once walked the yellow grass
Guided by the sky and ~wind spirit~
The crow always at my shoulder
The warmth upon my back
I watched dances for the buffalo
and sang proud for my people
I knew the earth before she was raped

In my eyes are the storms
Of many moons and I am without
Though in dreams she comes to me
A round faced woman and speaks
Of those who have waited just like me
Drifting through time
Until the new sun


My tears hold the story of yearning
The moving within
They who come when I walk through dreams
Know me,know my heart
I have no desire to be of this tongue
My love is for the people I belong with
My love is for all who need it
As the critters
As the Earth
~Great Spirit~ I am your daughter
Make my path the right one
So I may come home
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Fraser Avatar
April 7, 2010 at 4:18 PM
This poem is like a Red Indian tale of the past, truly an absorbing read Chenoa >> James
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April 5, 2010 at 9:25 PM
Thanks Christopher...yes there is sadness.This was written from the heart and soul of me. My name...how lovely to say.Thank you :)
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April 5, 2010 at 9:17 PM
Thank you Francine :)
Roberts Avatar
April 5, 2010 at 8:56 PM
that was lovely
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