I love to sit up here at dawn
All by myself, while the others still yawn
Up here I am close to the Creator of all
Old Ones whisper to me, I hear them call
The colours in the sky are like the flowers
It will be clear and blue in a couple of hours
There are chores to be done but I have time
To sit a while here where I love to climb
I will be grown up soon with a tipi of my own
So sometimes I just like to be here alone
To watch the horses running wild and free
That is just how I want my life to be
Mama is nervous just lately and cries
Papa looks out to the distance and sighs
The elders sit in silence with faces so sad
They all speak of how things are going to be bad
The boys talk of how the hunting is slow
It takes longer now to hunt for the buffalo
Big changes are coming, that’s what they say
Heed warnings on the wind at the break of day
I am just a young girl and I don’t understand
Creator, I feel fear now, please take my hand
I pray for my people, although I don’t know why
There is a message up there now in an angry sky
Author notes
Credit picture: www.artistsblog.net/tag/southwest/
A contest entry
- THROUGH THE EYES OF A CHILD by Whispering Wind.
700 points, ended December 30, 2008, 9 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Nice to you to stop by and read. Thank you very much for your comment Denerica.
Sheila
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Wonderful
I wish I was that little girl, worthy of your gold. Just before sunrise is wonderful. Blessings.
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AWESOME
I felt as though i was standing beside you and as these little tears slips from their place i can truthful say, this touched me
niaish so much for entering
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An exceptional write on the days of old, from your heart the picture has been told. A wonderful rhyme and rhythm scheme adding to the structure of your poem. Best wishes in life and the contest
Noah
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This was one of those poems that almost seemed to write itself. I looked at the picture and the words were there on the page too. Once in a while that seems to happen and this was one of those times. Thank you so much for stopping by and commenting Noah. Sheila
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Very well penned
Heartfelt write here and to hear the whispers takes a very special person with the love of their peaople to hear .As you hear and their call comes through your fingertips
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Thank you for your comments. I am so pleased that you understood exactly what the feelings inside of a girl on the edge of womanhood, may make of all that is happening around her at the end of their free and natural way of life. Sheila
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This is a most powerfull and moving poem of life through the eyes of a child, it tells a most compelling story that touches the heart, great job, blessings John
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Thank you for you kind comment John. It is the way I think some young girl, soon to become a woman, may notice changes going on in the adults that she doesn't quite understand. It must have been like that.
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Beautifully done!!!
Compelling narrative that draws the reader in & enthralls in its innocence & questioning nature...
Wonderful rhyme scheme & rhythm throughout making for an enjoyable read...
Well done!!!
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Thank you Fritz, you always take the time to write very nice comments. Sheila
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Thank you Hilly for your comments and good wishes. Sheila
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A lot of thought and work went into this write I can see that-well done and very good luck in the contest-
Hilly
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