Black Waters Dancing

Makobe water,
fluid as silk,
sacred as the land

Calming waves of golden
hair, dancing for as long
as the river doeth flow

Clear as the heaven's rain,
pure as drops of angel tears

To know this land and
witness such dance would be
an honor as cherished as if
being wrapped in the arms
of the Grandmother

May time and seasons,
ones young and old,
respect and honor the
beauty that was and is
and may so it be for
all generations

Lynn West
(c) 2012

Photo used by permission courtesy of Agawatessengaw'is