The sky began breaking as a few persistent snowflakes descended mixed with rain. I carved another arrow, while My Love shifted slightly in her buckskin, placing more wood on the fire crackling.
The horses next to our lodge, snorted their steam, anxious to return to the valley. I knew it would not be long until our band of brothers tracked our food in the snow. Then bows pulled in breathless silence….
I woke up with a start, sitting up realizing it was all just a dream……with the one I love breathing quietly next to me. A picture of beauty and peace.
Yet I could have sworn I heard……the thunder of hoofbeats in the distance…..
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Note: This is fiction, and poetry.
Lacking the available thunder, we remain hopeful
surveying the evidence increasing,
we make our case,
giving our voice
to the truth.
(Regarding the Impeachment Trial)
One thing is for certain, and that is that one day the Grandchildren and the Great Grandchildren of some of today’s Republican Senators will ask,
“Why Grandpappy……why…..did you lie during the Impeachment Trial? “Why did you protect such a terrible leader….one who was only concerned about himself??
Why Grandpappy? There will be no good answer, only silence….there will be no excuse…..
What a terrible thing to do. What a horrible way to live.
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Did you know our constitution established 3 different branches of government?
There is the Congress, the judiciary, and the president. Each are to be co-equal.
And that it’s the job of the Congress to control the purse strings of government?
as well as hold the president accountable? It’s in the constitution.
Ain’t that something? It’s their job.
You see in the colonial times they were very concerned about the president having too much power,
having had some bad experiences with tyranny and the King of England.
So now, today, if we don’t hold the president accountable, where is our democracy?
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We are a nation of immigrants founded by immigrants
and we signed the papers on the 4th of July
didn’t we? And now may we repent,
as a nation, of our prejudice
of our hatred
for “the other”
as the blood speaks
and children cry
may we turn away from our sins
as we celebrate freedom
may we embrace
the color of our brother
their precious gifts
we have always
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In spite of this being one of the difficult years in the history of our nation, this is still my homeland. And we still enjoy tremendous freedoms!
Happy Fourth of July!
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Thank you Dr. King for your bravery, your service and sacrifice,
for your wonderful, inspiring words, for believing
in humanity, that we can change
that we need to change,
may we never
what you taught us.
Poetry © Copyright 2017, ancient skies
image from cleveland.com via google
We cannot be forgiven for the sins of our forefathers, but we don’t carry
their shadows either. The blood stains are too great for us to erase
on our own, but perhaps through forgiveness and compassion
we can repair each other, and heal our land.
And thank God women can be part of the drum corps now
and even run for President.
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