Native World
By Don

Ancient echoes,
sounds of drums,
Memories buried
from long ago,
Rustling in the brush,
a spotted young deer,
Not far away,
a swooping red-tailed hawk,
Forest paths,
old, simple,
quietly marked
by men and women
who aligned
with the stars,
Native world,
seems so long ago,
Deep resounding voices,
speaking in unison
with Mother Earth.