The Man In An Indian JacketA man was peering down at me As if with concern. A beautiful jacket hung on his lean frame. The fringes swinging with every move His stride the sureness of man. The face I could not see, it was circled in fog Then he turnded, going through the wall. I jumped out of bed in search of him And seeing the secure door, knew he was supernatural. I returned to my bed, placing a child on either side of me Acting on what mother taught, The innocence of children. Reciting the Lord's prayer, My gaze holding the symbol on the wall, Soon I slept. The next day I told my mother "The in-laws" she said. "Ask them." Sure enough, they had a relative Who had a favourite jacket. The late Grand Chief John Denny My in-law kin from another age. Lnu and Indians We're Called, Rita Joe |