OW (29-5-1945 / Hobart Tasmania)

I Hear The Raven Sing

I can hear the raven sing,
I can hear the raven sing,
He calls out my name,
I can hear the raven sing,

He calls out to me,
His song is singing in the wind,
I can hear the raven sing,
Thunder breaks a silent moment,
Then he calls out my name,
A spiritual glow envelops,
Medicine power develops,
As the raven sings,

A rainbow doubled,
My minds not troubled,
As I hear the raven sing,
It’s time to go home,
My ancestors wait for me,
The welcome hand is extended,
My place around the council fire reserved,
I hear the raven sing,
There, all that was, is preserved,
And the message of the raven heard.
My Vision my Dream.
Osceola Birdman Waters.
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Dedicated to Billy White Fox.

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Comments (3)

Its not always one reads about a ravens song Your poem has this slow lilting rythmn to it....love it!
Seems you are a great lover of nature. it shows here in the poem.Very poetic and full of emotions. I love this
A feeling of newness develops with obvious repetition; 'a rainbow doubled' is very poetic.