The books telling the history
of the First People
were written on their totem poles,
each face a legend
of ancient times
upon the land.
each face a legend
of ancient times
upon the land.
They stripped off the bark
and carved out the innards
of the fattest cedar
to sculpt their canoes,
then pushed off,
into the foggy morning,
in search of the whale
that sang to them the night before
in their dreams.
Their clothing was scant and thin,
but their blood ran warm
as they chanted, dipping their paddles
strongly, backs bent against
the rhythm of the tide.
I can see it.
ReplyDeleteIt is indeed a visual poem - such vivid characterisations like the totems themselves - Jae
ReplyDeleteYes, this is so visual, and I can hear it also. Beautiful writing Sherry.
ReplyDeleteVividly captured, Sherry. With scant clothing, chanting and rowing would definitely be needed to stay warm!
ReplyDeleteI could use a canoe like that. You paint a very living picture, Sherry.
ReplyDeleteGreat use of the list!
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