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A Cree Maiden
by Richard L. Provencher Not so nice a sight in 1967 days when booze ruled. I remember tourists shouting as if it was normal entertainment a lady of native origin drunked up a sad sight holding up the train brochures called the Polar Bear Express but going nowhere this very moment her hands wrapped around the railway steel an ample girth keeping the two OPP constables sweating in their tunics as they grappled with her fingers the train blowing its horn crowd in no hurry to depart the scene and I heard her huffing with each blow rained against her shoulders and arms two burly uniforms unable to unclench strong fingers locked in an ancient battle. I quietly cheered her stubbornness never mind the boozy intake Im sure she guzzled more than a few mouthfuls but I was not her enemy and raised my arm in support of her intentions to delay the train to prevent these fine people from worlds beyond her village of tents and forgotten dreams I trembled in her defiance and I too mouthed the words Im sure she wished to exclaim in my English tongue: this is my land this is my land. Richard L. Provencher Richard enjoys writing poems; many of which have been published in Print and Online. He and his wife, Esther are also co-authors of stories and a print novel. They are "born again" Christians and very busy in their church, Abundant Life Victory International, in Bible Hill, Nova Scotia. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |