Promise of Hope

November 20, 2012
By Brandy_Sange_Miasma BRONZE, Riverside, California
Brandy_Sange_Miasma BRONZE, Riverside, California
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Thunder rumbled in the distance
he knelt, face down
the echoes of great herds sounded.

A quiver slung over his back
his bow at the ready
the Warriors behind, silent.

A whisper of wind
through grassy plains
a promise of the bounteous feast.

Children laughing, running, playing
are the first to see the hunters return
women readying the Great Fire.

The smell of smoke
drifts on heavy winds
bringing hope of nurturing rains.

A shadow passes over
the feasting falls silent
an eagle’s cry resounding.

The first drop falls
upon weathered faces
joyous cries harmonize.


The author's comments:
I love any writings about Native Americans, and they inspired me to write this.

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