Together They Danced
Together They Danced
While standing here observing,
My Ancestors I did see.
I am very certain,
They were scrutinizing me.
Two nations I saw,
Not one but a pair.
With my eyes wide open,
It was sunny and clear.
Skin dark brown in color,
Long hair, some short, but shiny and black.
Together they danced in a circle,
Requesting tranquility back.
Clothing provided by nature,
Unique was each piece.
Not artificial garments,
Authentic, handcrafted buckskins,
Shells, feathers, and fleece.
They communicated regularly,
With God,
Perceiving the purpose for humankind.
Do we call our Ancestors, "primitive?"
It appears,
We are the generation behind time!
Our Ancestors respected nature,
And, people of another race.
With which they freely shared,
Ceremonies and sacred space.
Together they danced in stride,
Gladly expressing harmony and pride.
From deceit and lies,
With broken hearts they died.
---Ruby Lee Whitehurst
Copyright 2003 by Ruby Lee Whitehurst
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