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Dream catcher

Someplace between sleep and awake
between should and would haves,
I am one with the land.

I innately understood what my father taught me,
though he never really taught with words or questioned his roots.

The wolf is my friend.
The moon tells age.
I harvest medicinal spirits from the land, my gift is healing.

Someplace between sleep and awake
between should and would haves,
I am Cherokee.


© Margaret C. Rigsby (All rights reserved.)

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