My Indian Vision
Indian woman
from the territories long ago
you no longer walk Mother Earth
Did the wind whisk you away?
I feel your spirit rising up in me
my Chickasaw blood blisters
from within...
I have lost my way
once, I saw you in a vision
your long ebony hair blowing
riding the pinto pony covered
with the red painted hands...
you wore no moccasins
only your leather garment
no saddle for your horse...
the horse's mane, your reins
the weapon you carried
sought a mark to enter
I wanted to travel with you
to ride far into the hills and hide
live alongside you in the old ways
my dreams come in ripples
through my mind’s eye
Indian woman, I yearn for you
Copyright © Carol Davis | Year Posted 2017
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