HER NAME WAS AMADAHY

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HER NAME WAS AMADAHY

Post by Mahalia » 09 Sep 2016, 09:17

HER NAME WAS AMADAHY – FOREST WATER ….
Maureen Clifford © The #ScribblyBark Poet


The last nine inch nail
was pounded home
into rough hewn pine.
White camas flowers
fresh picked
still holding the dew’s tear drop
were softly placed.

As dawn’s soft light
crept over the hills
he pushed the canoe out
into the silver water
starting its journey to the shadow land
where the water and pale sky merge.

In the ancient rite of the Chinook he pleaded
“Oh great spirit
whose voice I hear in the winds
welcome her without shame
for she is small and weak.

Kloshe kahkwa” (Amen)
The Scribbly Bark Poet
see some scribbles here - http://scribblybarkpoetry.blogspot.com.au/

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