The Seven Grandfather Teachings : A Fold Poem
They call him turtle oh so slow
He's not a bird not a swift or eagle
Pondering the life as it should go
With teeth as of the beaver no lies to chew
Gathering yet the truths oh so slow
He weaves a testament solid
Scales on his back harden you know
Enough to shelter the culture
Life can be humbling wolf will say so
Him with others make up the whole
Courageous like mother bear but oh so slow
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A rhythmic fold, Gillena, and I love that you included all seven.
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I love how you folded all those animals into that turtle... maybe it all starts with truth
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Some cultures (indeed of the First Nations?) has the turtle holding up the world. Truth gets their in the end.
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Such a great cadence and culmination of realization in truth! I enjoyed this poem immensely! 👌
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Written beautifully and harmoniously.
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I can't help admiring the balance of attributes you illustrate so beautifully woven on the back of the turtle. Wonderful poetry, Gillena,
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