The ghosts of our lost tribes still roam our woods, especially
in a warm fog, preferring the silence of soft grey
over the noise of our cars
and the impurity of our arguments.
And in their spirits, they still chase
the deer, hunting
for peace,
carrying their wounds
unseen.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
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I love this – wrote a similar one years ago (never posted)….about feeling the presence of the ancient ones on our beaches on Puget Sound where they once fished. I’m happy to find someone else who is also conscious of this presence. And we must never forget…. Thank you!
Thank you Betty for your beautiful comments! Yes, I feel the same way. I like your idea of never forgetting. I often think too about slaves that ran away, never making it to safety. Peace to you and wonderful blessings.
And the same back to you!
Oooh this is very nice!
Thank you Sarah for your great comment! Peace and blessings to you.
Of course! To you as well!
Wow is all I can say about this and yes that is a good thing. 😃
Thank you Morgan! Your comment is a blessing! Peace my friend, and have a blessed Sunday.
You are welcome blessings to you
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Thank you Candice! Peace to you and wonderful blessings, and good health.
Wow, I love this 🙂 really love this.
Thank you Mintly! Your comments are encouraging and a blessing! Peace to you and be blessed.
This poem got me feeling a certain type of way… absolutely wonderful!
Thank you Georgia! Peace to you and blessings.
Beautiful.
Thank you Anna! I had been thinking about fog. Peace to you and blessings.
Another Wow from me too. What an analogy and the photo you chose supports the message in the words fantastically!
Thank you Erika for your great comments! What a blessing. Peace to you and have a wonderful week.
Thank you very much! Have a blessed week ahead!
So very haunting and beautiful.
Thank you T.L.! Peace to you and blessings.
Beautiful! Thanks for sharing.
Thank you for reading! Your comments are a blessing. Peace to you and be blessed.