By the fire, crackling
sparks,
living flame, licks 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, together
in this place, on Turtle
Island.
Edited May 5, 2013
“By the Fire – v2”
Title 8/7/07 ,
poem August 12, 2007
15:27
“By the Fire”
On the words of Thunderbird Turtle Woman,
Our mission trip,
from Wesley United Methodist Church ,
to the Down East Maine
Mission ,
East Machias, ME
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