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Ancient Spirits
Before the background industrial hum
and the combustion engine smoke
lay the land where I come from
the home of the Micmac and Maliseet folk.
What was it like before the white man
sowed his seeds upon our meadows
and with the brute sweep of his hand
cast our world into the shadows?
I know the past cannot return
the way it was before the engines.
I fear there's no time left to learn
from those who yet recall the legends.
Still I seek the long-lost places
where the ancient spirits dwell
walk the trails to find their traces
and hear the tales their rivers tell.
No one knows where their world went.
The ancient spirits left no chart.
Yet ere my days on Earth are spent
I'll find their world within my heart.
Ancient Spirits:
Your poem is very wistful, for days long ago. However, with those in power today they certainly make industrialization a real chore. If they ever develope a social concious we would all be better off. I am sure that you too feel that you could organize fairer and better!! Good luck on your hunt for old values , morales etc., however, I think that there are good and bad in all races and species. When the earth is angry and fed up she will show us how in a big way, as a species type on this planet. Keep up with good ecology and enviromental issues in the mean time.
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Mother
"...and hear the tale that rivers tell..." says so much to me. Like bacteria in a petri dish, we eat all there is and will die in agony - we have all enjoyed the "stuff" that messed up Mother. Her vengeance will be a softly spoken word and very final~~Lady A~~