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PAINTING WITH WORDS POETRY: Where Has Turtle Island Gone?

Updated on June 9, 2014
"Sundance", painting by Jill Wilder
"Sundance", painting by Jill Wilder

Where Has Turtle Island Gone

Rocks can tell stories and the grass blades know history.

The Mountains speaks of times long ago deep in the past.

The Rivers make many voyages to the mighty ocean blue.

Some things always remain, but some things never last.

The land we know as Turtle Island was a place like Eden,

Made of milk and honey, teaming with pride and beauty.

There was enough to share with one’s family and his brother,

And in the heart of the land laid a spiritual tranquility.

Once on the land roamed the Great Buffalo proud and free.

The open plains were pure with their prairie grass sweet.

The winged animals existed in great numbers and varieties.

And the People lived respectfully, whole and complete.

But something unspoken swept the land with darkness.

Something uninvited encroached the rocks and sandy shore,

And spread over the mountains and valleys to the other side,

Along the way raping this Great Island to its very core.

The trees cry and the rocks now bleed while species disappear.

The Original People have been beaten down to a tattered spirit.

Even the Grandmothers and Grandfathers of past still weep,

Their living breath carried on the winds, listen, you can hear it.

Cement, tar and pavement now scars the sacred Mother Earth.

Telephone wires with dangerous energy stretches across this land.

Black poison now engulfs the brooks, streams and riverbeds,

Leaving the People to slowly suffer and die at another’s hand.

These are the things that have changed on this great Turtle Island,

Changing it’s face from spirit and peace to emptiness and sorrow.

This spoken yet unspoken travesty, today’s children must bear,

For the pain and suffering is deeply imbedded in their marrow.

However, in those bones the imprint of grandmothers and fathers

And their traditions and spiritual ways lead to hope and chance.

So children and grandchildren look deep within your wondering heart

And know Turtle Island can be found in the miraculous Sundance.


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      backporchstories 4 years ago from Kentucky

      Thank you so much...

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      Mr Archer 4 years ago from Missouri

      Wonderful poetry. You captured the very essence of what we as a people have lost. This is all about respect to God and nature, and you did a great job on this hub.

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      Rosyel Sawali 4 years ago from Manila, Philippines

      Beautifully written! Thanks for sharing it ^_^

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      Apostle Jack 4 years ago from Atlanta Ga

      Thanks for your concern ways my sister and your very lovely poem. I love the beginning of you poem it give a lot to the creativity of God. I enjoyed reading it .I love to write about the creativity of God and all his wonders of ingenuity.

      You did it well.

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      backporchstories 4 years ago from Kentucky

      Thank you, aviannovice. This poem came out of a Sundance experience. It was awesome!

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      Deb Hirt 4 years ago from Stillwater, OK

      Again, awesome and up. If we learn from our mistakes, we cn have another Turtle Island for future generations. This is also my message to the world: to tend what we have in our presence and respect it for what it is. WIthout it, life will truly perish for all.

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      backporchstories 4 years ago from Kentucky

      Thank you Karine, it was a personal experience that moved that piece into existance.

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      Karine Gordineer 4 years ago from Upstate New York

      Very powerful and moving - thank you.

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