Standing on the hill of pound-maker first nation
waiting for something to happened
screaming, shouting
and still not even a sound
walking on the road late at night
hearing bears.dogs,horses
walking faster as my heart starts to pound
i grab a stick hold it close hold it tight
i start to run as fast as i could
i stopped to listen minuets later
all i could hear was crackling in the bush
i shut my eyes squeeze mu hands
moments later i open my eyes
to light and it becomes a dream..
