The Way Poem by Connie Wine

hadowy forms running through the forest
whispers blowing in the wind
ancestors who are still fighting the war
and waiting to reclaim their own

They were forced from their homes so long ago
forced to give up their ways
not allowed to speak their own language
or teach their young the path of the old

No longer allowed to travel freely
to hunt and kill only what they needed
to respect their animal brothers
or pay tribute to their Gods

So now they await the time the grandfather predicted
when the land would be theirs again
when Mother Earth will be healed
and they can share their knowledge with those of us who care


spiritraven (Connie Wine) 08/02/09