Poem By Judi Armbruster
Poet from Karuk Tribe of California
Published Thursday, March 2, 2000

Copyright 2000 armbruster@sisqtel.net
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There is a trail Down through the tall cedar. Down to the River. The Sun shines In shafts of gold And makes patterns On the Red dirt. The light glistens and dances On the Water. I sit on a boulder Flat and gray. That lies partway in the River. I feel warmth, From the Rock, From the Sun, From deep inside my Soul. I listen for the Water's Voice. It speaks to me. I feel Peace. I am Peace. All is Sacred. I am Sacred. Ha'a.