Free Kindle Weekend – Honeysuckle Memories – July 18 – July 19

17 Jul


Free Kindle – Honeysuckle Memories – Saturday July  – Sunday July


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With Death Comes Freedom

Smoke circled within the birch bark shelter,

a tiny mouth suckled upon his mothers’ breast,

born in a world without fear in a world that would

one day disappear.

Innocent he grew into a man, a warrior, riding into

battle with only a “coupe stick” the blood of another

had never stained his hands until he was taught how

to kill by those who called him friend from a far away


The once peaceful coupe sticks of war soon lay rotting

below the ground, principles, and the right to freedom

within time was gone and the lands where they were

born became the white man’s home.

Driven to desert prisons broken spirits would never mend,

no longer peaceful warriors they lived with scars on their

souls as well as their skin.

Mother’s eyes cried invisible tears, aching breast and arms

mourned for dead babies that would not be forgotten by the

passing of the years.

Proud people herded and confined in a worthless land, no

longer free because of lying and greed, hungry and dying of

the trespassers disease.

Truth is in the journey, many tried to take a stand, the rivers

became their burial grounds, and their blood stained the desert


Remember these people, they held onto hope until the end,

warriors, women, children, all dead because they thought the

trespasser, the white man was their friend.

An old man in his final moments knew that only in death freedom

could be found, his fading memory returned to songs merging with

wood smoke, a tiny mouth suckling upon his mother’s dark breast;

born in a world without fear, a world he now remembered, a world

that disappeared.



Posted by on July 17, 2015 in Writing


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2 responses to “Free Kindle Weekend – Honeysuckle Memories – July 18 – July 19


    July 20, 2015 at 10:52 pm

    deep sorrow expressed so well in your truthful lines…so sad how we treat each other in each civilization…funny word, “civilization”—but perhaps it gives us to something to reach towards?
    Your poetry is heartfelt!


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