Homework for April - Her name was Amadahy
Posted: Mon Apr 03, 2023 10:10 am
Using the prompt relating to kneeling by water .
HER NAME WAS AMADAHY – FOREST WATER ….
Maureen Clifford © The #ScribblyBarkPoet
The last nine inch nail
was pounded home
into rough hewn pine.
White camas flowers
fresh picked
still holding the dew’s tear drop
were softly placed.
He knelt at the shoreline
peering into the waters depths,
observing the silver ripples that danced
across the water as the morning breeze
kissed the grasses and fluttered the leaves
of the surrounding trees.
As dawn’s soft light
crept over the hills
he pushed the canoe out
into the silver water
starting its journey to the shadow land
where the water and pale sky merge.
In the ancient rite of the Chinook he pleaded
“Oh great spirit
whose voice I hear in the winds
welcome her without shame
for she is small and weak.
Kloshe kahkwa” (Amen)
HER NAME WAS AMADAHY – FOREST WATER ….
Maureen Clifford © The #ScribblyBarkPoet
The last nine inch nail
was pounded home
into rough hewn pine.
White camas flowers
fresh picked
still holding the dew’s tear drop
were softly placed.
He knelt at the shoreline
peering into the waters depths,
observing the silver ripples that danced
across the water as the morning breeze
kissed the grasses and fluttered the leaves
of the surrounding trees.
As dawn’s soft light
crept over the hills
he pushed the canoe out
into the silver water
starting its journey to the shadow land
where the water and pale sky merge.
In the ancient rite of the Chinook he pleaded
“Oh great spirit
whose voice I hear in the winds
welcome her without shame
for she is small and weak.
Kloshe kahkwa” (Amen)
