Homework for April - Her name was Amadahy

[Maureen K Clifford]

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)

[DollyDot]

Wow! How moving and so beautiful. Well done Maureen Clifford!

[Terry]

Very nicely done Maureen

A touching poem to a beautiful but sad farewell.

Terry

[Ron]

Yes that's lovely Maureen, I totally agree with the other comments.
Also, to me the rhythm was excellent! well done.
Cheers
Rona

[Shelley Hansen]

Oooh! Setting the example as always by stepping out of the comfort zone and into the realm of free poetry, Maureen!

Good on you!

[Catherine Lee]

Wow, this is so beautiful, Maureen! Totally agree with the others, as this is goose bump stuff!

[Maureen K Clifford]

Thank you everyone - your comments greatly appreciated.