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The Visit on Native Land

Updated on April 3, 2013
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Justice, when you awaken me

In the night to make

Your message heard.

The screaming masses

Need to be yielded to,

As the deerhide drums

Are being beaten in he night.

The battle is yet to begin

As I see your face, exhausted

By the fire before the eve

Of the first hunt.

Where the buffalo once walked,

You see me in the flash of an instant.

I recognize you for the strength

Of the strong soul that you portray.

You smile in recognition,

For you have met the future

And we both understand

The implications of what just occurred.

The souls have all gathered

In our presence.

The future is here and now.

The blood has been lost then.

What we have both seen now

Is what I carry in your legacy.

Another log is tossed upon the fire,

And you call me by name.

I will carry on your fight,

As I now walk across where you lie

More than one hundred years later.

I heard you, my friend.

There is now an arrowhead at my feet

Which was not there earlier.

I go in the silence and in the rain.

To pick up the trash on your grave.

When the silence of peace

Graces me with your blessing

You will then know,

That we have both won the battle.

It was not a dream.

I had to awake to write these words.

The thunderclap

Was your message in the night.

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Hey, Mary! Thanks so much. You will like the next one. It will be done tomorrow or Tuesday.

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Thank you, Debbie. I have another one that I have to send out. They just come to me and I HAVE to do them.

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      Mary Craig 4 years ago from New York

      This is simply amazing and as someone else said speaks volumes...like walking through the woods and knowing Indians walked the same path...a past and spirituality that we are only now starting to realize again. Girl you are a quality poet with a capital "P"!

      Voted up, awesome, and beautiful.

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      Deborah Brooks Langford 4 years ago from Brownsville,TX

      this poem is just amazing.. My dad side of the family is Cherokee Indian from the North Carolina Mountains.. .. my mom side is from England.. i took after my mom.. lol.. but i was always so fascinated with my dad's side of the family.. this poem is wonderful.. it speaks for souls screaming for justice.. crying for what is right.. many blessings to you and I am so glad I am following you now

      Debbie

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      So, true, Linda, so true. Thanks for your wonderful comments. It will only encourage me, you know!

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      Linda Compton 4 years ago from The Land of Enchantment

      Deb, this is hauntingly beautiful, respectful, compelling. When the heart is open, offers hospitality, and is receptive...so much is waiting to be revealed.

      Thank you for sharing this. L.

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Ah, if we had never invaded North American, think about how pure and wonderful it would be without all the roads and poisons in the earth. Yes, it must be heard. From what I understand, mistreatment of our Native Americans is STILL happening.

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      Rolly A Chabot 4 years ago from Alberta Canada

      Hi aviannovice... you speak for many who have lost their voice. This is a great poem and speaks volumes of the great need to be heard.

      Over the years I have come to know many customs and much of the culture of the Cree, Blackfoot and MicMaw Natives here in Canada. Much of what I know about nature can be traced back to their teachings.

      Keep the voice up my friend... it must be heard.

      Hugs and Blessings from Canada

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      My pleasure, Insightful Tiger. When the music is in my soul, I have to put it somewhere, you know.

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      Insightful Tiger 4 years ago

      Beautiful and deeply touching! Thank you for sharing!

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Thanks so much, Susan. I really appreciate your stopping by and sharing your opinion.

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      Susan 4 years ago from India

      Great Poem with beautiful images. Thanks for sharing. Voted up.

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      Ghost32 4 years ago

      Thanks, Deb, for the DIY mentoring. Fits exactly what I figured to do, but it's nice to have the validation. (My Channel Locks come in 2 sizes--a monster 16" pair I use for everything from soup to nuts, and a 10" pair that's newer but also proving to be pretty handy. I didn't even know there WAS an "installation tool"; I was thinking Pipe Pliers from the get-go.)

      Pam picks up on plenty. About 75% of the times we've gone through the Navajo rez, she's seen a traveling column of people off in the distance. After my niece was killed by a hit & run trucker, her (Pam's) other-world conversations with the dead girl were key in solving the crime. Up Rattler Gulch (in Montana) where that girl's ashes, as well as my parents ashes are scattered, she's seen an entirely different culture of Little People that live in the trees down one draw. When we lived off grid in the MT mountains, there was a place we called the Gnome House--abandoned by humans, but gnomes lived there, would sometimes be outside & wave back when she waved to them, knowing she could see them.

      Etc.

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Yes, Fred, she did experience and picked up the emotions of a Native American all right. Definitely, write that one up.

      You can use plumber's putty there, but if you plan to have that sink for more than 7 years, so with the pliable caulk. Plumber's putty will NOT last long term. Don't bother to buy the tool for putting in the strainer parts. I always used the back of the Channel Locks. They work just as well and can be used for a lot more. You probably have a pair handy, anyway..

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      Ghost32 4 years ago

      Well done. Your poem flashed me back to 1997, the first full year Pam & I were together. Not a sleeping dream, but a waking dream she experienced deep in the night. We were returning from visting my parents in Montana to our home in Sturgis, South Dakota, where we lived for a few months that year.

      I decided to take the "back road", the two lane highway running through the Cheyenne Reservation to Ashland and Broadus (MT) and on down to Belle Fourche (SD). But Pam experienced a Stephen King level of horror enroute, and we never went that way again.

      She "lived" the experience of being a small girl whose people--most if not all of them--had been slaughtered when the fighting came. It had to have been an attack by U.S. Cavalry, though she didn't pick up on exactly who had fomented the massacre.

      She did pick up on the child's terror, grief, and the pain of having lost an arm, possibly to a saber, though she had no recall of the act, only the loss. Her cries of anguish were terrible, not only for her, but for me as I had no choice but to keep the car rolling. She wound up sliding off the passenger seat, curling up on the floorboards in the fetal position, wailing....

      ...sounds like a Hub, doesn't it?

      Ah. Just remembered; I do have an unrelated question. I picked up the parts for the kitchen drain plumbing, which I'll be tackling sometime on Sunday, most likely. Once again, plumber's putty is mentioned in the instructions--as the material to place between strainer lip and sink. So, my question: Will that work in that application? Or still go with caulk? Or some other sealant entirely?

      (Yeah, I know, this should be on my kitchen counter top Hub or somewhere; I just figured you'd be most likely to spot it here.)

      Voted Up and Everything but Funny.

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Thanks, Peg! It is so nice of you to say that.

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      Peg Cole 4 years ago from Dallas, Texas

      Quite visually stimulating, Deb, and beautiful in its imagery. You are quite a good poet. Loved this one.

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      I will show you what I mean tomorrow, but it will not be poetry. I am off to bed, to dream of more ideas, and then wait until tomorrow aft when the weather cleans so that I may once more trek to the lake for photos of flora and avian friends.

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      Anna Haven 4 years ago from Scotland

      Your comment spoke volumes. I totally agree, our beautiful, outdoor world is full of life, wonder and it makes everyday living proof of renewal and growth :)

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Hey, Anna! I grew up in the woods of Maine, surround by many tribes, which is where I learned my appreciation for the beauty of the simple. It has stayed with me throughout the years, and brought me the joy that I am experiencing today.

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      Anna Haven 4 years ago from Scotland

      This was a very deep piece of work, the connection to the spiritual side of the native americans was really clear.

      Again, all the senses were involved in your poem and the world they created made it feel like it would exsist after we were gone.

      A beautiful piece of work, inspired and full of respect for our fellow man.

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Thanks, KoffeeKlatch Gals. I am very spiritual, even as a child I communed with nature, until my father found out and chased my wild animal friends away.

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      Susan Haze 4 years ago from Sunny Florida

      Beautiful imagery. I love the feeling of spiritual love and connection. Up and awesome.

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Hey, Lela! I'm so glad that you liked it. Nature was always a way of life for me...

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      CreatePerfection 4 years ago from Beautiful Colorado

      This is beyond beautiful. Your prose is so touching and so meaningful. Every word of it touched me deeply. You are a great human being. I have told you that before, but I always feel it about you.

      Blessings,

      Lela

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      jen, that's why I had to get myself up to do it. Couldn't let this be forgotten.

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      Jennifer Bridges 4 years ago from Michigan

      Love it! You have to love those flashes of inspiration that come in the middle of the night. I'm glad that you got up to write it out so we can all enjoy it. (I have a bad habit of falling back asleep on the rare occasions it happens to me).

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Colin, I guess sometimes I can just create a bit with a bang and a whisper...

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      epigramman 4 years ago

      Well my Deb of a new found talent, you are just a natural at this literary genre of poetry and this is as good as it gets in my humble opinion.

      I love the noble choice of your subject too - I am quite sure if the white man had never arrived - the Native American Indian people would still be living in teepees and chasing buffalo and the air would be clean and there wouldn't be any smart phones just smart people living their own peaceful life. Amen. And amen to your lovely writing here.

      Deb, you rock big time. So says the astonished epi-man.

      lake erie time 7:40pm

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      I have always had to go with the flow. Even if it gets me up, Martin.

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      Martin Kloess 4 years ago from San Francisco

      Look at you! Excellent work. A hidden talent? Thank you.

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Thanks, Jackie. Yes, it is amazing, and it should be recognized.

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      Jackie Lynnley 4 years ago from The Beautiful South

      It is amazing what each has to give because of that something in each life. Thanks for sharing your insight. Very well done.

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Hey, Alicia. I'm glad that you liked it. It's amazing all the different things that have come from me lately. I think that is a good thing.

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Thanks, Johan. It is always good to see you, and thanks for taking the time to read and comment.

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Thanks, Jaime, I'm glad that you enjoyed it.

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Jim, there is no story. I was awakened, and was compelled to write it. It just took the time to type it, that's all. No thought was given to it, it just flew from my fingers, as much of these deep pieces do.

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      I grew up with a number of tribes in Maine. I also had many close friendships with several Micmacs and Old Town Indians. I learned a great deal and respect for nature, even as a child. It brought me to where I am today.

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      When they hit me, I must do them. That's just how it plays out. I don't look to write them, they just happen and I must do it. Thanks for your support, Billy.

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Whonu, I'm glad that you feel that way. I have always believed that my totem is an eagle, as I once had quite a spiritual experience with one

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Thanks, James. It was a had to do moment, then I immediately went back to sleep.

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      Linda Crampton 4 years ago from British Columbia, Canada

      This is a powerful and very enjoyable poem, Deb. Thank you for sharing it!

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      Johan Smulders 4 years ago from East London, South Africa

      Great moving images-well done.

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      Jamie Lee Hamann 4 years ago from Reno NV

      Well written and entertaining poem, I enjoyed the ending. Jamie

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      Jim Higgins 4 years ago from Eugene, Oregon

      This is one beautiful and moving poem Deb! I am very impressed by the depth of spiritual feeling here. The words flow so well to tell this story of signs and history. I reread your profile to see if there was anything about Native American Heritage. It sounds like there is a story behind this poem.

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      Carol 4 years ago from Greenwood, B.C., Canada

      This is wonderful Aviannovice - you must have had a very strong dream! My ancestry is First Nations and this has resonated with me deeply.

      I'm voting up and sharing.

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      Bill Holland 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Deb.....Deb....this is some of your best writing. I do believe there is a poet inside of you screaming to get out. I'm blown away by this...more poetry in the future, please. :)

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      whonunuwho 4 years ago from United States

      A very moving work of art and well done my friend. Our ancestors of native American tribes are honored by this poetry. Thank you for sharing this. whonu

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      Tijani Achamlal 4 years ago from Morocco

      Amazing poem, excellently written. Keep up the fantastic work.I voted up