Day 8.

I call to the elders
The leaders
The firstborn kin
Where are you
Where are your teachings
The ways are lost
And we are lost
Without the light you left
Somewhere in our hindsight
Hidden in our
Happy National Poetry Month!
With words, song & prayer,

I sometimes feel like dancing in the middle of people. But I try not to bump the ones too close.

Yours Truly, Summer © 2011 Tiffany V.