By the Fire

By the fire, crackling sparks,
living flame, licked the wood
dancing before the starlight
before the pine forest,
beyond the camp.
We gathered there, drawn
by the flame, the warmth,
Hearing a different,
an ancient voice.
Her words rumbling
down from generations past.
Hearing a piece of her oral history
our common walk
in this place, Turtle Island.



Title 8/7/07, poem August 12, 2007 15:27
On the words of Thunderbird Turtle Woman,
Our mission trip,
from Wesley United Methodist Church,
Concord, NH and from First United Methodist Church,
Hudson, MA to Jacksonville and Machias, ME
to the Down East Maine Mission,
Jacksonville United Methodist Campground,
East Machias, ME


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