Indian Rock

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    Indian Rock



    This is a tale of a sacred place,
    Lived in by the forefathers of our race,
    For those who pass father to son,
    A place in our heart from time begun,
    This place that I speak is in every land,
    It’s a placed we have loved and worked with our hand,
    The name that I gave it is Indian rock,
    This spot that I go when my heart need to talk,
    Our fathers of past left their hearts in this land,
    They give me advice when my heart needs a hand,
    If you want to find this place that I speak of,
    Reach down to the ground it’s always beneath us!

    Written May 1991
    By Rocky Theberge


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    LenaMP commented on Indian Rock

    08-08-2009

    I truly love this. The connection with earth, the peace found by finding the roots of the earth itself. Each race having this in common but we are too disconnected today to reach out and touch nature like our forefathers did.

    Rocetman

    08/08/2009

    with the way the world is going, we will be reconnected with the earth soon,, no other choice. read my 'Confused Creed.' and thank's for taking time to look.. means a lot to knowpeople connect with words..

    WordSlinger commented on Indian Rock

    07-24-2009

    I'm back again to read this, A favorite for sure. Thank You Rocky, for cool poem to read...

    WordSlinger commented on Indian Rock

    03-20-2009

    A beautiful nature/earth poem.

    NayInLove commented on Indian Rock

    03-10-2009

    very nice imagery! I actually looked down beneath me after reading this lol

    Rocetman

    07/14/2009

    Don't forget to Reach down and touch it. Thanks for all your input, it means alot to hear it!

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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