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Ah-Weh-Eyu - Pretty Flower

Ah-Weh-Eyu - Pretty Flower

Ah-Weh-Eyu - Pretty Flower

Ah-Weh-Eyu,
my pretty flower ..
Daughter
of the once great
Seneca nation ..
How I do wonder,
did you
ever really know
just how beautiful
you were
back in the day ..
Ah-Weh-Eyu,
my pretty flower ..
Forget the
trade beads, those
furs and feathers ..
And the lies
of all the white men
who once
queued outside your
tepee,
with false promises
of peace
and full bellies
for your children ..
Ah-Weh-Eyu,
my pretty flower
Forget black powder,
lightening sticks
and broken mirrors
I want
to take you with me
on a journey
of self discovery ..
Through dark forests
and across deep rivers,
to a place
of mighty safety ..
And then
to teach you, just how
beautiful you really
are today ..
Without the baggage
of that
war paint, propaganda
we have all
since grown to despise ..
Ah-Weh-Eyu,
my pretty flower
I want to always see
you clearly
in the flash and shine
of crazy glazed bowls
and those
burnished copper kettles ..
Far removed
from sepia lithographs
and photo’s stored
for years in old biscuit tins
and cigar boxes ..
Now hid beneath
the beds
of my own ancestors ..
Themselves,
now long since passed ..

 

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Neville

Thank you most kindly Greg .. Neville 

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Neville

Many huge thank you's winging their way in your direction my friend .. bless ya ... Neville :) 

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Marion

Interesting write Neville...isn't it amazing how we glorify all the things we couldn't wait to kill off. I have always pondered this...nobody gives a shit how many soldiers are killed in wars ...so long as we call them heros once dead. Nobody gives a shit about all the hunting for sport that goes on while we speak yet we all lament extinct species. Nobody cared about the American Indians but they are now perceived as mystical spiritual beings whose way of life should gave been left undisturbed while we still corrupt and taint any indigenous tribes still left in the world. Man is a strange beast indeed as your work highlights so well x

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Neville

Hey, thanks a million Marion for your encouraging and otherwise in-depth & insightful consideration of these words of mine .. Always appreciated and with respect, admired ....................... N x

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The fish of the sea

Only a poet with great knowledge, understanding and skills could write this way. Amazing work Neville.

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Neville

Although undeserving of the honour you have bestowed on me here my friend, I am indeed most honoured that you should have even considered writing such a glowing accolade .. my sincere thanks together with the cheque are on their way to you .. All Good Things,

Neville 

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Gwendoline

Neville what a stunning tribute to a beautiful woman. I much prefer her seneca name which yes means "pretty flower" I think you gifted her a wonderful poem here my friend. It speaks of the true beauty found in purity. Away from the western world. Where nature and mankind worked together. Where land was sacred and  spiritually treasured. A stella write my friend 
Gwen x 

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Neville

Your words above gave me my very first rush of this new day, so firstly, thanks for that Gwen .. and secondly it is so very heart-warming to think you went to so much trouble conducting your own research & furthermore, that my most recent scribble gained your approval .. All of those things mean a great deal to this old fella, so I'm gonna thank you again, just becuz I wanna ........................ :) Neville x

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Gwendoline

The American Indian is of the soil, whether it be the region of forests, plains, pueblos, or mesas. He fits into the landscape, for the hand that fashioned the continent also fashioned the man for his surroundings. He once grew as naturally as the wild sunflowers; he belongs just as the buffalo belonged...

"Luther Standind Bear (1868?-1939) Oglala Sioux Chief"
 

Hello Neville :) I have always had a love for the Native American. That quote is from a pocket book I have managed to carry with me since my teens. Called Native American Wisdom. It is full of quotes from tribes. With pictures of them too. Your poem made me think of my little book. No matter how far I travel, I never seem to loose this book. Hope you enjoyed the quote my friend and thank you for writing such a beautiful tribute to not just a fascinating woman. But a beautiful culture 

Gwen x 

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Neville

   It seems we have much in common Gwen & I am really chuffed to bits that you shared that particular quote with me which I had neither heard or seen before but which fits perfectly with some of my very own First Nation constructs .................................................................................... :) x

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Gwendoline

You are so very welcome my friend :) I love that little book x 

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Neville

How I would just love to lay my hands on it .. x

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