I dreamed in Native Last Night

I dreamed in Native last night
my ancestors were gathered
whispering wisdom in my dreams
they whispered their stories in my dreams
through caverns and canyons of years
from miles and miles walking the trail of tears
I dreamed in Native last night
and understood the dream
I dreamed in Celtic last night
The soothing lilt of a thousand years
Sad half smile calling down the years
Wild drums follow the rythym of a heartbeat
So many tears staining the ground
Each one pushes back up a flower
I dreamed in Swedish last night
Fierce Vikings seeking the world savage cold
Women wait for them at home
I dreamed my ancestors were gathered
I dreamed in native last night
That the drums of every nation beat at the same time
Skin of every color
Red yellow black white
Melted into mine
There stories
Were my history
Without reason or rhyme

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

A very nice poem - good word usage, emotive imagery, a solid and meaningful write. I could not help but think of my own mixed background and how I have blended these parts into my life.

[Chris]

Welcome to WC... check J. Todd Underhill - he is Denver as well.

Shared existence is a reality but seldom chosen to better define our identity. A cohesive and thoughtful write.

[jane7z]

Thank you for your concise but yet informative review

[Chris]

Welcome...