The Tribe Poem by AHO Speaks

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

The veracity of wind only by pressure and sound
Angry howls; before the rain strikes the ground.

The sun and its glorious light
Purpose and reason to lift the curtain and take away 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 water, always the best.

Early in the morning a Mother to proceed
Giver of life and the mentor, of each earthly seed.

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

Since time began the creation to sustain life
Elevated titles of Mother and also the wife.

12-29-05 Aho Speaks