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Choctaw Cherokee
I channel it often
without even trying
feeling the reservation
beating history's
drum of time
Dust devils swirling
around moccasins
summer heat distorting distance
into fractured particles
across the Blue Ridge
Winter's stillness
under a Moon so engorged
children believed
it was pregnant with snow
We lived simply; rose early
knew our purpose
honored our daily duty
to the tribe as a whole
Never had money
but lacked for nothing
through sharing and trade
This poem is simple
uncomplicated
as the bloodline of a life
I channel it often
without even trying
feeling the reservation
beating history's
drum of time
And often wonder
If we'll ever find our way back again
without even trying
feeling the reservation
beating history's
drum of time
Dust devils swirling
around moccasins
summer heat distorting distance
into fractured particles
across the Blue Ridge
Winter's stillness
under a Moon so engorged
children believed
it was pregnant with snow
We lived simply; rose early
knew our purpose
honored our daily duty
to the tribe as a whole
Never had money
but lacked for nothing
through sharing and trade
This poem is simple
uncomplicated
as the bloodline of a life
I channel it often
without even trying
feeling the reservation
beating history's
drum of time
And often wonder
If we'll ever find our way back again
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