Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

The Drums Were Silent

the drums were silent
first time in many moons
little bear woke with a start
harvest moon winked
brother stars giggled
laughing brook gurgled
a movement in the bushes
little bear listened hard
but the drums were silent
was grandpa okay?
daylight would bring answers

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Ann Foster December 8, 2019 at 8:18 PM I am now going to stay up all night... I need to know.... Excellent write... hugs. Ann Caren Krutsinger December 9, 2019 at 2:49 AM Thank you Ann. I hope you got some sleep.

Andrea Dietrich December 8, 2019 at 1:44 PM WEll described this story is, Caren. WE all can understand without the storyteller having to say it. Caren Krutsinger December 9, 2019 at 2:49 AM Thank you Andrea.

Paul Callus December 8, 2019 at 12:01 PM The silent drums ... a lull in fighting...time to stop abuse and let the rightful owners live in peace. A lovely and expressive poem, Caren. Regards // paul Caren Krutsinger December 9, 2019 at 2:49 AM Thank you Paul.

Joseph P. DiMino December 8, 2019 at 9:29 AM So beautifully sensitive! I know you speak of the American Indian Nations, but The Jungle Book came also to my mind--I love Kipling--and this gem of yours! Outstanding!! Caren Krutsinger December 9, 2019 at 2:50 AM Thank you Joe. I love Native American everything AND the jungle book!

Charles Messina December 8, 2019 at 8:08 AM Excellent Caren. I too always rooted for the Indians in the westerns of old. Ya know what.. I'd still root for them. Caren Krutsinger December 8, 2019 at 8:42 AM I always feel so disappointed when they lose. We gave them blankets with small pox in them? Shame on us!

Kim Rodrigues December 8, 2019 at 7:28 AM Wow! You are great with nature, personification and the all out wow factor. Caren Krutsinger December 8, 2019 at 7:29 AM Thank you Kim. I am humbled.

Freddie Robinson Jr. December 8, 2019 at 7:22 AM A very thoughtful poem, Caren!! The lost of innocence is such a sad occurrence. A splendid poem of virgin sorrow. Love and more love always Caren Krutsinger December 8, 2019 at 7:23 AM Thank you for stopping by Freddie.

Silent One December 8, 2019 at 6:39 AM sad how natives were treated... Caren Krutsinger December 8, 2019 at 7:24 AM It is bitterly sad. I was always rooting for the Indians in the TV shows of the 50s. I never saw them win until the 80 TV shows though.

Na Na December 8, 2019 at 4:52 AM Nice one Caren. when you live in the nature you die in the nature. One has to defend for themselves. Thanks for sharing Caren Krutsinger December 8, 2019 at 7:24 AM I live in a forest with oak, pine, and mulberry trees as my defense and my haven. Thank you.