The Dreamweaver 

“The Dreamweaver”
In the beginning the dreamweaver stood

on a bluff over the plains,

at one with the nations around him

when no one needed to explain,

how the land was taken,

replaced with a network of shacks

and it was called a reservation

by the white rule of law and tact.
There was a time that all was poetry

the dreamweaver sadly recalls,

and now he’s the solitary figure

left behind to remember it all.

and when he hears the old drum calls

whispering on the wind

he says a prayer to sky and earth,

return us home again. 
Poem by Paul D Aronson. 

Artist unknown. 


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