Totem And Token Poem by Barry Middleton

by night I cross the bridge of time
to a forgotten paradigm
where smoke conceals a native camp
and memories have left their stamp

and on that hill I still can see
a peaceful Choctaw family
and far below a farmhouse stands
surrounded by ancestral lands

the ghosts are gathered in that place
as time assumes a slower pace
and there I find my family
and great-grandfather's destiny

I gaze from that familiar hill
on memories where time stands still
and though I know this is a dream
I stay to linger by a stream

and there I spy an arrowhead
a totem like a sign that read
we leave behind few things that last
like stones and tokens of the past