A poem

I WAS THINKING ABOUT THE FOREST ONE DAY     AND IT CAME TO ME       OUR STORIES,OUR SONGS, OUR NAMES, OUR HISTORY,OUR MEMORIES       ARE NOT LOST!! ALL THESE RICHES ARE BEING KEPT FOR US BY OUR AUNTIES, OUR UNCLES, OUR GRANDPARENTS,OUR RELATIVES,    THOSE NAMESAKES WHO WALK AND DANCE,  WEARING ROBES THAT MAKE THEM SEEM LIKE BEARS AND WOLVES  ,  OUR LOVED ONES , THOSE BEINGS WHO LIVE IN THE SPOKEN FOREST , THEY ARE HOLDING EVERYTHING FOR US.              ERNESTINE HAYES

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