A poem of my nightmares.

Heaven is the emblem of my hope.

Heaven is the emblem of my hope.

I lived in a place called Walkamin and was inspired by the wattle. Sadly, most of the trees were cut down for housing and farming. I wrote this poem when I was about 12 years old.

Long before the first white man Arrived to settle our homeland The great Bald Eagle flew over all of the United States. At this time the Indians believed animals were help mates. Wild creatures were often called spiritual guides or Alo. The Indians called the eagle Wamblesska and Paco.