Where my People Walked

The Wampanoag are all gone from old New England,
and the Plymouth Rock sits in a museum
behind a gated fence, 1620 chipped into her face.

They are part of the fabric that dresses
my imagination in a new and old world quilt.
Bits of cloth and legend sewed by my mind.

I have seen Great Blue Heron's in Maine,
White Heron's in New Orleans bayous,
and Brown Pelicans in North Dakota.

Rolling down Interstates and dusty country roads
I have seen the red tailed hawks cruising for mice
and bald eagles diving for fish in ice water lakes.

They are part of the fabric that dresses
my imagination in a new and old world quilt.
Bits of cloth and legend sewed by my mind.

They say the earth is heating up fast
and once polar bears, penguins and seals go,
the rest of plant and animal life just can't last.

They are part of the fabric that dresses
my imagination in a new and old world quilt.
Bits of cloth and legend sewed by my mind.

I look to the heavens above for guidance
the way the Wampanoag did long ago,
before that old rock was a museum piece.

The fabric that dresses my imagination's quilt
is getting worn and the stitches stretched and weak,
but tonight when I dream, I will resew it in my mind.

Dedicated to SimplyBlue