Kathy

I had read this many years ago from a poet who lived near where I was born and wrote of many things related to that area.

There are many ways to express what the anguish of Canada's native have had to go through but he says it with dignity and pathos not retaliation and more sufferig.

His name is Al Purdy


Remains of an Indian Village
I have seen myself fade
from a woman s eyes
while I was standing there
and the earth was aware of
me no longer —
As I observe the wispy legs of children
running in this green light from a distant star
into the near forest —
wood violets and trilliums of
a hundred years ago
blooming and vanishing —
the villages of brown people
toppling and returning