Hundreds of years ago

This Indian maiden

Survived cold, hard winters

Storms, wind and rain

Shielded by protective branches

Stable, and strong

Enveloping her-

She still lives in the forest

Filled with all her glory..

The trees from long ago

Stand tired but strong

The laughter still fills the air

The aroma of woodsmoke

Stands aloof..

She is there, waiting to tell me

The secrets of her life

Amidst the warmth of the trees

This…single Indian maiden.

Joni Kaye Behrens   e-mail: jonik@yahoo.com

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