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Memories of the Trail
Contributed by
karl_wiggins
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Tuesday, 9th March 2004 @ 06:02:07 PM in AEST
Topic:
mystical
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Relaxing on a blossom of poppies
I can smell rivers and woodsmoke,
and scenes of the trail come flooding back.
Children at play, mother at work
this gentle pace was a choice made long ago.
Fattening up on blueberries,
after swimming naked in rivers
that snake through shadowy mornings.
I wish I had someone to share these memories.
Buffalo grazing on a snowy-blue prairie,
pheasants calling from the woods,
raindrops falling on the wagon roof,
comforting souvenirs from my childhood.
At sundown I listened to old winds,
primitive winds that I still don't understand.
Eavesdropping on what the Earth was saying,
a distant voice that only I could hear.
Sundown glow tinted by desert dust
shimmering right into the wagon,
sunlit frost thawing on the prairie
of an ancient, undisturbed hunting ground.
A storyteller who needed a new pipe,
a pipe made from river clay.
a stargazer who told fortunes in the sand
and who could shift the clouds.
I recall Indian women gathering blue corn,
and as a July night burned deep orange
I silently asked the deer to forgive me.
I wish I had someone to share these memories.
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karl_wiggins
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2004-03-09 18:02:07]
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Re: Memories of the Trail
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by Remy on
Tuesday, 9th March 2004 @ 06:04:31 PM AEST
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aww... beautiful memories, thanks for sharing them with us here! good write! ;0)
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Re: Memories of the Trail
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by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 9th March 2004 @ 09:01:04 PM AEST
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Write them all down and feed them to us. They should be recorded for your son and others who still love the land and spirits.
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