Names Carry On

Untold memories exude from the simple stone
that rests on top of the gravestone.
The Indian Mission Cemetery
haunts and echoes of years gone.

Crescent moons, sun rays,
raindrops under white-blue clouds,
painted on weather-worn crosses.
The buried lie witness to
silver lakes of bass,
deer herds,
laces of lichen,
velvet moss.

Ojibwa hearts carry on—

Chief Blue Cloud
Baby Nedwash
Hole in Sky
John Michigan

Drafts in the remote cemetery
move deliberate and free—
The dream catcher reaches for dreams,
fluttering from the nearby tree.

Small flags upright in the damp humus
wave to war heroes
from these proclaimed forests
of long-ago chants and broken arrows.

A stone is not just a stone—
when the blood of a tribe
holds fast to a fading past.

Kathy Ellis works as an intercultural communication trainer and provides English as a second language classes in the global workplace. She always felt writing was missing from her life so she picked up the poetry pen five years ago, self-published her first book of poems in 2017 and is presently working on book two. She wishes for any physical wall between countries to disappear, for the world to have more empathy for refugees, and to be more welcoming to our hard-working immigrants. She runs an international bed and breakfast and houses two multilingual cats. Read other articles by Kathy.