Another *gifting* from the Spirit of my Indian muse, SkyeLara~
When She Whispers ~*Marge Tindal*~ When SkyeLara whispers her wisdom-wind songs I pause and listen as her words take me along to a place from the past … ancient in time she gifts me a legend in gentlest rhyme~
She urgently begs that I must comply with just the whisper of ‘I got it’ sigh She brings me to the edge of tears in flow with the stories she tells of so long ago~
When our people begged mercy, as the tears softly flowed struggling times of so long ago~
Tribal people marched across the land trying hard to keep up with the band In the snow mounds they fell, two by two never again this worldly plain to view until their numbers were seriously deprived such a small number, still alive~
The years were hard, yet the people knew these were the hardest they’d have to go through Spirits wept along that trail they cry out still … we know full well~
There will come a day … we’ll hear them sigh as Rainbow Warriors ride the night sky Spirits will return, bringing peace to all The time is coming … yes, the time is coming listen and wait for the Cherokee call~
It's good to see you here Marge. I'm sure your reception will be all you expect. You can add links and pictures of the covers for you books also, if you wish.
Hugs,
Marcia
The drug called "The Shari" has been used for vision quests over many years. But, when all the rivers start drying up, the tribe must send a young hunter named Tomás on a much more important trip through the Amazon.
The drug called "The Shari" has been used for vision quests over many years. But, when all the rivers start drying up, the tribe must send a young hunter named Tomás on a much more important trip through the Amazon.
The drug called "The Shari" has been used for vision quests over many years. But, when all the rivers start drying up, the tribe must send a young hunter named Tomás on a much more important trip through the Amazon.
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Hugs,
Marcia