Treasure Island

KATHRYN CHOATE


Remembering


As I paddle along in my old canoe
I enjoy the rapids, the waves of blue

The sun beats down on my olive skin
I think about my ancestors, my next of kin

The white man came and drove them away
Taking their land, burning homes where they stayed

I bank my canoe and lay back to think
Think of how it must have been in those days

I may not know them but I love them all
Can't wait till the day we meet round the fire

I imagine the beating of the drums, the chants,
the dancers keeping to the beat
Such a beautiful sight to see

I'll never forget them or the ones that shed their blood
Life was cruel, but their memories live on.

Meet you on the other side my brothers and sisters....AHO



Kathy Choate

Submitted: Wednesday, March 05, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, March 05, 2014

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