by Donna Nevill

Created on: April 14, 2009

Somewhere out west

Where summer suns warm

Sage and paintbrush into bloom,

Where winter winds congeal

The blood of wolf and elk,

Dwells the remnant of a people

Whose life flows through my veins.

I know them not

And yet they call to me.

Or is it a longing for their ancient ways,

So in harmony with my Maker's world,

That sings within my being?

Perhaps someday

I will journey forth

To find myself

In a place unknown to me

Out west.

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