Totems
As the sky turned dark
The elders knew a storm was coming
The totems in the graveyard were swaying
To the song the wind was humming
The old men could remember well
The storms of long ago
And they would tell the stories
So the young ones would know
"Don't forget," they would say
Make the totems strong
For they must stand forever
Through all the storms that come along"
When the skies cleared, the sun came out
And there the totems stood
Protecting those in the graveyard
With the magic carved into their wood Vernette Hutcherson 8-16-11
Copyright © Vernette Hutcherson | Year Posted 2011
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