Into The Night

The powwow is over
The dancing has ended
One by one the People
Disperse to homes and campsites
Campfire flames can be seen in the dark
Voices and laughter can be heard from each site
The parties are starting
They last through the night
From one campsite to the next
The drums could be heard
The songs of the Elders
Heard long into the night
Heat lightening streak across the sky
Clouds cross before the moon
I feel the ground beneath my feet
The warm wind blowing against my cheek
The shadows of the trees dance in the breeze
My heart, mind and soul feel free
As my spirit soars high
Touching the heavens above
All this is here for me to see
Embrace, remember and not forget.
 
Georgia A. Gill-Elkins
September 3, 2003