Another Time, Another Tome

Grant Hope #4

Early in the morning of another amber day
a young native woman walks to remember her ancestors of another age

Taking the time to know the wind of this place that she may have roamed
in another time and another tome
it is almost as if the layers of crisscrossing patterns she wears
bring her one step closer to the infinity of nature’s glorious own

Climbing step by step through this long open pass
each tree and each bristle
stay stout as she makes her one woman mass

Winding knowingly down each step of her trail
a gathering of thick bristles and red leaves would seem to block her way if not for the sun
she has learned its pattern well
opting to catch its patterns by walking in her waking spells

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Rounding the bend of this bristles way
past the little green left lining as it sways
the crest of a stone face set against the valley opens before her
Barefoot as her shall slants the same way as this weathered face
She takes her perch above the still waters that bring life to this place

Weathered yet fair
she feels her history has brought a kind of peace
that learning from the past should never cease

The sun now setting and saying goodbye
she stands resolute by her staff watching the sky
No matter how tame
no matter how long
beauty is in the lasting of nature’s song

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