A Dream
by Thomas B. Welch
When I close my eyes to sleep I dream
of a large meadow
With the grass so tall dancing against
the wind
On the edge of a meadow grows a
forest of pine
The trees so thick the Sun cannot
shine in
I am a small child alone in this
vast meadow
With the grass towering so high
I long for my family
Missing the company of my people
A sound comes to my ears of an old
man singing
As his voice becomes louder I hear
many children playing
I look towards the thick forest and from it
emerges an old man
Behind him many children follow
closely behind
The old man dressed in his traditional attire
begins to speak softly as I listen to
his words
"These are Creator's lost children
who once Lived upon Mother Earth
taking this long journey to be with
those who await for them
From the Forest of Darkness thru the
Meadow of Rest
To the River Beyond Us where along
its banks sits a camp of many tipis"
As the Creator pauses for a moment
I notice the children resting
upon the grass so tall.
I smell the smoke
that comes from a camp nearby.
In my mind I vision a people who
once lived before us
reunited with these lost
children around me
"Mother Earth waits for your return.
Someday you will come again
thru the Forest Of Darkness and to
the Meadow Of Rest,
To the River Beyond Us,
but it will not be I who leads you,
for you will be a grown man
and I only
lead the children"
When the Old Man finished
I was awakened by my mother
reminding me once again
to rush or be late for school.
As I walked into the kitchen
I smelled the morning smoke
from an old wood burning stove
that I smelled in my dream
Coming from many tipis of relations
and friends who once lived before us
volume 10(6)
This poem is copyright © 2006,
Thomas B. Welch, all rights reserved.
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