Tracy Mcfayden Poet Free verse

Stimulation

Red hot desert sand bleak and abandoned,
Dried grass around the caves in the hills,
Digging a hatchet is found the ancestors left behind,
A thick heavy sadness enveloping like a shroud,
Shadows dance by the foreboding hills, 
Following the coiled path between trees to a leafy park,
Animals foraging for food in hollow logs,
Lost in time and space yet having sensory fulfillment

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Rico Leffanta November 12, 2020 at 11:45 AM Although Apaches and Navajo are grouped as Athabaskan, a Navajo would pick up your hatchet believing it retained the "power" of its owner whereas an Apache would not touch it as doing so might incite the spirit of the owner to reclaim it, incurring the owner's wrath for being disturbed in its new life. One hatchet, two different attitudes! Aloha! Rico