The Fluttering Feather
Upon a sheer and jagged cliff an Appaloosa horse of many colors stands majestic
under the blazing azure sky. An Ojibwa girl, proud, looks at the beautiful land of
Canada as the mighty wind roars. A feather in her raven long hair quietly moves.
Below the Ottawa River thunders and the vast lands of wilderness stretch to the
horizon. The feather is caught by the blowing breeze and . .
fluttering drifting
it dances in the mighty wind
to and fro it soars
Above in the perfect sky an eagle glides symbolizing the strength of my people,
the Ojibwa. We and our native brothers once owned this land, the rivers, the
trees and the fish. In the end we lost. The only sound is the wind that takes
my beautiful twirling, swirling feather . . .
floating hovering
a ballet in the mighty wind
to and fro it glides
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April 25, 2015
Poetry/Haibun/The Fluttering Feather
Copyright Protected, ID 04-666-867-25
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
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