Thursday, 23 August 2012

Prayer To The Ancestors

I smell your presence in the trees
And hear your song above the seas
That kiss the shores where you once stood.
I stand beside this wall of wood
 
That shades this land where I have grown.
Today I witness it alone
Yet spirits join me on the cliff
Like stone, imposing, cold and stiff.
 
© 2011  Pam H. Murray

 June 19, 2012

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