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by Dagmar Wilson   Jun 9, 2019


You can hear the drums from across the river
leaves are shaking,
raindrops are falling on their head.
The moon is their witness.

They carry feathers in their hair
using cheekbone beauty,
tiny charms around their ankles creating a whimsical song.

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  • 5 years ago

    by Brenda

    Dagmar, you are an original and this piece is a originally unique write. Loved your visuals, I felt like I was there. Well done -

  • 5 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Beautiful imagery Dagma this is a lovely portrait of the magic of these people.

    I visited the Mashantucket Pequet Museum in Connecticut on my road trip a few years ago. It takes you through the history of the natives in that area from stone age right through to today and how they adapted and were able to buy back at least some of their lands and support their people despite all odds. I think that they have an amazing culture so much more in tune with animals and nature and a deep set wisdom and sense of honour and strength that many other cultures lack. Has to go to my favourites. Milly x

    • 5 years ago

      by Dagmar Wilson

      Thank you Milly so much. Sending my love

  • 5 years ago

    by Dreamofolwin

    This is just beautiful... whimsical and very captivating.

    Love it :)
    Very well written and expressed!

  • 5 years ago

    by Michael

    A beautiful piece Miss Dagmar - capturing images of a culture with a difference.
    Nice one lady, M :)x

    • 5 years ago

      by Dagmar Wilson

      Thank you Michael. I always knew that I was different. Hugs

  • 5 years ago

    by Star

    I love this, it’s like a small part I’ll find in a book that I would like to read. I love the fact that it is short yet leaves me with a lingering feeling of joy.
    Two thumbs up from me ^_^

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