Children of the Hummingbird

In 1491 I was an eagle

I flew through the shadows of the sun

I breathed in air that

Has never have been breathed before

I soared above the snowcapped mountains

And drank from the great Red River

The One World was under my shadow

Where the earth children and lived

And worked among their fields.

The Winged One was my brother

He brought the seasons to the land

And the harvests to the fields.

He brought the light for labor

And brought the night for rest.

In 1491 I was an eagle

I lost a feather soaring in the wind

I flew into the shadows of the sun

Where we were the children,

The sons and daughters of the Great One

The day watch brought us

Closer to the one reed

It was the time when

His heart was broken

And the scales fell from the sky

The children of the hummingbird

Became orphans.

The winds of the sea

Brought to us our destruction.

The year of the One Reed

Brought us to our knees and

The Great One tumbled to the sea

Gone forever, gone forever, no more.

The children of the hummingbird

Became orphans.

They became dust upon the land,

A distant memory no one remembers.

In 1491 we were eagles,

We flew above the shadows of the sun

We breathed in the air that

Has never have been breathed before.

The children of the hummingbird

The last offspring of the innocence.

About jedwardnajera

I am an artist and a Poet. I live the life of a poet. I published several novels. Nena the Fairy and the Iron Rose, Dust of the Moon are among them, available through Amazon Books. I have spent over thirty five years in a classroom. I am now retired from that profession. My father kept a living record of his lifetime as he lived through the Twentieth Century. He was born in 1908 and almost lived long enough to see us enter the new millennium. He entrusted to me nearly 400 pages that he wrote through the years. Now I am continuing the tradition by posting my own stories and misadventures. I am trying to post a new entry or chapter each Friday. Check in on us at least once a week for the latest post.
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