Tribal Women Poem by AHO Speaks

Tribal Women

Before language there were sounds and lines
Also pictures to explain or present warning signs.

The veracity of wind felt by pressure and to hear sound
Angry howls before the rain finally stikes the ground.

The golden sun with its glorious light
Purpose and reason to lift the curtain and take away the night.

Lines to here and lines to where
Mother of nature created to share.

A long hot journey with little rest
To seek refuge near waters their eventual quest.

Early in the monring a Mother first to proceed
Giver and carrier of life and mentor of each earthly seed.

The warriors are fed, then the children and seniors next
She who keeps it all toether and is the last to get rest.

Since earthly time began the creation to sustain the human for life
To acknowledge her God as a Mother; after she became a wife.

11-07-06 Aho Speaks