The forest was an insect mix of salad hues <br />Emerald green, lime, beige and brown <br />against an upward sky of blue <br />A canopy of secrets <br />where copper toned girls whirled <br />their babes on hips, <br />and birdsong sang in the treetop tips <br />Frogs and toads jumped in the streams <br />flirt chirping sounds exhaled on breeze, <br />and raven haired ghosts <br />beat rhythm drum thrones <br />that begged to suck the life from marrow bones <br />And then, as dusk began to fade, <br />into the village, out of the shade <br />they'd gather as community and feast <br />murmuring their feathered history <br />in white tailed tongues <br />while dancing 'round the fires ring they rung <br />Then padding back to huts making their fists <br />to taste a puffy lipped sweet water kiss <br />and harness dreams while riding in the smoke <br />chopped down <br />from mother earths charcoal black oaks <br /> <br />Written by Sara Fielder © May 2012<br /><br />Sara Fielder<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-caddo-s-walked/
