By: Ardis E. Parshall - July 17, 2018 The Dispossessed By Zera Wilde Earl Long skirt rippling, you trudge your tired wayBeside your country road, your dress a toneFrom some forgotten rainbow gone astray,Your face deep-lined by the clouds your life has known.Swift-speeding drivers mark, your Indian grace,Glance briefly at your calm and patient face. Your people claimed this valley once, roamed freeIts sage-grown miles; knew every wind-swe...
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