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Unspoken Memory

..we were standing by the river, just as we had so many times before..
the dampness in the air drenching us, yet warm,
and the scent of the soft banks..taking me back to a place.. so long ago..

this place was old, riddled with stories ancient, stories untold
…and there were pieces of other places, other people, my people before your people,
lurking just under the jutting surface rocks..
a whole time abandoned,
left alone in, all that what happened, all for what we were handed.

love and hope exemplified, outspoken words unified,
brought together in a whisper, a silent kiss embodies old bliss,
it tells a story, it tells them all..
brought us to everyplace, before we knew them at all..

by Caledonia Rattlinggourd
(photography by Lisa Rattlinggourd)


About CRG

Editor in Chief of the Voice of the Indigenous, Writer.


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