Writing Time Travel

Contemplation of todays society and my desire to travel to the past.

Summer draws closer as the days exceed my expectations of length. The sun warms the skin on my face while the birds sing songs of happiness as they perch on my neighbors balcony.

 

It sets the mood.

 

Now, as I'm writing this the soft chirp is overcome by diesel and engine revs of the cars passing by and I dream that I was peering out from this camp I call home towards a nomads land with buffalo and cougars running wild and that I'm up with the sun so that I can get a head start on the days chores or gathering food and wood for warmth and packing children on my hip as we walk a little while to the river to bathe.

 

I wasn't made for this life.

 

I'm a native, I'm a warrior.

 

I don't want cars or fancy things or money at all. If only we could live as we did thousands of years ago with love and honor and the clothes on our back. With the strength of our people at our feet.

Reviews

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

i feel the same way you describe in this poem, good writing, thank you for sharing, debileah

[Xtabber]

Really thoughtful piece. It makes me wish for simpler times again.