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[scotiapryncess]

I AM NOT THERE
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine

Comments

[ftemery]

A favorite of mine. (hugs)

[scotiapryncess]

Yes. I hope things are going well for you.

[gernboken]

very nice. i like poetry a lot but i don't know anything about native american poetry.

[scotiapryncess]

Well, perhaps it's due to the fact that Native Americans were 1. Marginally acknowledged as human in our schools, and 2. They had no written language. Poetry was handed down and I'm sure changed as it was. (I think that's very cool). Kind of like Fahrenhiet 451.

There was a peace pipe burning at this man's funeral. My son played jazz trumpet with the old black men. I saw every race and class of humans. Four, white German Missouri Lutherans walked out. I was raised Lutheran - I am in recovery now. LOL I forgot to mention the four who walked out were his sisters. How very sad.