Early Morning Light

Angela Ohm on Jan 28, 2010

This poem reflects my connection with my Native American ancestors.

Early Morning Light

A mountain stream gently flowing, making its way through the snowy white valley.

The water reflecting orange and pink as the sun peeks over the snow covered mountain tops, their peaks touched by the early morning light.

As I walk through this valley, I feel the spirits of my ancestors who once gathered here.

They are here with me. I hear their voices in the wind. I can almost see their ancient tracks in the snow beneath my feet.

I feel their blood pulsing through my veins and I long to roam free as they did; I long to follow the call of the earth, of the sun, of the moon and of the heavens.

Great Spirit let me follow the path of the Ancient Ones. Let peace and harmony be my guide. Let me always appreciate the beauty before my eyes and let the spirits of my ancestors always be by my side.

Written by Angela Ohm

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Mickey Pig Knuckles on Jan 28, 2010
Oh My Angela, I get to be the first to comment on your beautiful poem, What an Honor it is for me to have this chance to know you and read your wonderful words of poetry. The vision you paint with your words come to life to be felt and clearly captured through my minds eye. Its as though I am actually living in the poem. You are an amazing writer and one I am so Proud to call my dear friend. Thank You once again for sharing your gift of writing with us all and more importantly for feeding some of our appetites for more of you…

Mickey Pig Knuckles
cardy on Jan 28, 2010
A stunning write I agree with Mickey loved every word.
qasimdharamsy on Jan 29, 2010
VERY NICE DEAR….
tankermone on Oct 24, 2010
I can feel your outside experience coming into your soul. Nicely written!

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