Classic and Contemporary Poetry
INDIAN SOLILOQUY, by HORTENSE SMITH MACDOUGALL First Line: They cling to me, those ancient memories Last Line: Great father guides me where I ought to go. Subject(s): Native Americans - Genealogy & Heritage | ||||||||
They cling to me, those ancient memories Of forest trails and camp-fires all ablaze; The soothing sound of wild bird lullabies, The silken rustle of the wind in maize That hushed my youth to sleep so tenderly; Those old ways cling and hold unconsciously -- I draw my blanket close, to dream and rest -- Great Father knows which way for me is best. The night is past, the bright sun smilingly Covers my picture dreams with golden dust; My tasks loom large and grow increasingly As white man's hand I clasp with love and trust And down the trail we travel peacefully. Though memories bind -- my goal a mystery, And western sun full in my face, I know Great Father guides me where I ought to go. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MID-AMERICA PRAYER by SIMON J. ORTIZ TWO STANDARDS by ELISE PASCHEN OREGON HOLLY by WILLIAM STEWARD GORDON COYOTE'S DISCOURSE ON POWER, MEDICINE, AND WOULD-BE SHAMANS by PETER BLUE CLOUD RATIONAL by HELEN CHALAKEE BURGESS INDIAN RUG WEAVER by HORTENSE SMITH MACDOUGALL |
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