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Beneath the granite earth the old Indian chants. His voice can be heard in the winds Serenading the Catskills any day or night. Orenda My grandmother called the wind voices. Orenda Alive in the whisper of trees dancing in the sunlight, Alive in the breath of an Iroquois breeze. Orenda Is said to be the magic of the earth turning In spite of man's afflicted need To break the light of atoms in war. Of men Unable to hear a green mind speak. I lost my heart to Orenda the night I saw a deer, Blinded by poachers' lights, murdered for money. Its spirit rose from the shape of its death And spoke to me. "Power is not what you think!" If you decide to walk the Catskills In the morning mist, you too may hear The collected thought of Iroquois souls never deceived By the blood of politics or the plagues of greed. Sandy Lulay, originally from Woodstock, New York, is a resident of Stuart, Florida. Lulay is an "Original Woodstock Girl" who has been writing poetry since age ten. Many of her poems have been published both in Woodstock and Stuart's Sleeping Bear Review. Sandy is a Swans' kind of girl, our in-house poet. Please, DO NOT steal, scavenge or repost this work without the expressed written authorization of Swans, which will seek permission from the author. This material is copyrighted, © Sandy Lulay 2002. All rights reserved. No part of this material may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the publisher. |
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