Saturday, June 20, 2020

DRUMMOND HADLEY ~








Though you've forgotten who you were. . .

     though you've forgotten who you were

     when she told you her songs to sing,

though you've forgotten who you were

     who sang her songs to the air,

though you've forgotten who you were

     who could make her sing her songs,

though her arms ache for you and you want

     to come to her and you sit there

     waiting to hear her song,

the wind blows on past you over the ranges

    of blue mountains and carries her

    into the blue distances where

    your eyes can't see.







Oh thinking, feeling people:


     Laborers, presidents, blue collar workers,

     vice-presidents of governments and businesses,

     kids in blue jeans waiting out the summers,

     working in gas stations and cafes,

     smoking dope under the noses of the police,

     or screeching your tires on the roads,

     long-haired people living in leantos and old

     adobe houses spiritually resettling the land. . .



     bring to the children of the years to come

     that Indian vision of the Earth's old family

     Old vision of the Earth's old family

     Old vision of the whiteman we lost long ago

     that Homer tells was ours.


                                                              1972


____________________________
Drummond Hadley
Vision
A Curriculum of the Soul
1972





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