Response to Bartholomew Barker’s Monday, 10/18/21 Poetry Prompt: Explain, Remark, Carry
The trail went on forever only the oddly hewn wooden crosses marking the passage of miles
A small boy stood barefoot in the heated dust
of the non-existent trail
waiting for an answer
An old Hawk feather hung limply from his long dark braid barely holding its once tight plait in place
Quietly she said to explain
to her proud little Indian warrior her remark heard throughout the land the trail will carry us home
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