It was 1959 I was a spit fire of girl
just 11 years old
in a town of fights, rumbles
much like WestSide story.
Coming from Military family
at that time; drill sgt. rules!
You're going to live
on a reservation; life will
be better there for you.
Seperation from Mother
turned my whole world blue.
I didn't know what to do!
So off to the swamps
of Florida, Georiga too...
I live, and grew fond
of the life I never knew.
Grandmother Cloudbyrd
taught me many things
to make gifts, and tasty dishes
before the festival of spring.
She was beautiful
Never thought I would
loved her, but it
tore my life in two
to leave and return
back to a city I
never really knew.
A stranger among hippies.
She walked on after
five years; I was then
just 16 years old
just as wise as she
wanted me to be.
Humble, pride, love
peace, joy and Manitoo.
I remember all she
taught to me.
I loved her dearly....
And the time will come
for me to walk on; I
take her hand willingly.
Aquene
Author notes
Another walk down memory lane
A contest entry
- Memory Lane Again by Judith Chandler.
525 points, ended December 27, 2007, 7 entries
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Although you set the poem in 1959 in the first line and mention being a stranger among hippies, I don't think you give enough detail of the time to create the walk down memory lane that I asked for. I like the poem and the details of your life that you include. It's a nice story.
Thank you for your entry. -
This sounds just like you and fits with the woman, I have come to know. We are a myriad of influences and journeys that hammer the raw ore of our character, carved away by experience the dross of our naivate. You came through a shinnning light. Glad to hear of the wonder and love you hold for those who touched you. Love, Tom B.
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I hope this what your searching for, I sure like to know about you to since this is your second memory lane contest....This is intresting...novy
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