In the days of my childhood,
back in the good old days.Grandma would tell me stories,
I sat quietly lost in her gaze.
She told me of spirit creatures,
how they flew with magical wings.
Leaving behind many colors,
floating on invisible strings.
She told me the sky knew the secret,
whispered by my spirit doves.
Carried on wings of silver threads,
sending all of their love.
Each one of us has their own color,
surrounding all of our `being.
Dipped in a dye it colors our eyes
and believing is not really seeing.
Faith alone will carry you through,
she told me without a deny.
Keep an open heart and mind
always ~ while watching the sky.
Author notes
Written April 17th, 2006
In a list
A contest entry
- Native Americn Spirit Guide Stories by Little Eagle.
300 points, ended September 9, 2006, 7 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Thank you Char
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WOWWOWOWOWOW!!!! It was so nice of you to share this memory of your grandmother with us. It reminded me of mine too. The last stanza is my favourite one because I often look up at the sky both day time and at night and I feel so connected to the Great Spirit. I also love feeding pigeons and doves. I am blessed tremendously in that respect because they come to drink water and eat food that I put out for them and it feels so wonderful in my heart to feed them this way
I loved the rhyme, flow and the emotional feel of this poem. Congratulations on the Honourable mention.
All the best,
Char
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I love these poems
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I love the fact that you used the stories of your grandmother to write this poem. I brings a personal touch and quality to the poem. That really allows your reader to connect with you. It also showcases the Native Americans really wonderfully. I love the background and the flow and structure of the poem was great. Good luck in contest
God Bless
Little Feather -
Oh my...."Leaving behind many colors
Floating on invisible strings"
Yes, and you do know that is why so many see angels with wings....it is that movement, faster than light, that has strands flowing out from them.
Beautifully done. -
Thank you very much Spirit Cherokee,
I appreciate the acknowledgement and comment.
Spirit Dove
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This is perfect. Thank you so much for entering, I will comment fully when judging, I just wanted to wish you luck in the contest.
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This is wonderful. I remember being very young and squinting my eyes and seeing those colors around people and things. I never told for my adoptive family would ahve thought me "off". But when I found my birth family, it was then I knew that I carried a gift.
Thank you for this beautiful memory of your grandmother. -
She used to tell me about the beautiful colors too, this is a fantastic tribute to her. I know she would be proud
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