Another poem from a dear friend, “Indians”

Posted on 06, 30, 10 by

Dedicated to My ancestor/G-Grandmother: Hurit of the Seneca, Iroquois- Upstate, NY.

Turquoise, Iroquois,

The beating of the drums.

Dried up corn,

Braided hair,

Feathers aplenty,

Eyes ‘a fair.

Macrame, beads, bandanas,

The Yearly dance,

Spiritual readings,

A hideous mask.

Deathly afraid of new traditions,

Will we get free with Indian intuitions?

~~

AsheDina © 2010

The Mad Jewess

Please visit her site and see the included pictures and video clip.

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2 Responses to Another poem from a dear friend, “Indians”

  1. themadjewess says:
    06, 30, 10 at 10:59 pm

    THX, Bob-today I am depressed. I just about am at wits end watching this nation sick with cancer and enemy within.

    Reply

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