The Quaint Flame
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Follow the flame of quaint yesteryears.
Turn on your mind and look around the room.
Imagine tepees, dirt floor cabins
speaking history of honeysuckle blooms.
See the Lakota do their Ghost Dance
by the quaint fire of the moonlight.
See the hearth in the slave quarter,
where they sleep from their daily plight.
Sit beside the flame of quaint moments,
when innocence and laughter blessed their lives.
Silhouettes of arms embracing,
foresaw crimson shadows for their eyes.
Here is a native country
human scenes with human tears
by a fire of quaintness passions passed
in the quantum light of years.
6/12/17
TRIBUTE TO NATIVE CULTURE
Sponsor, Line Gautier
Copyright © Janis Medders Tobechi | Year Posted 2017
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