Poem: The Camas Children of Beacon Hill

Poem: The Camas Children of Beacon Hill

  Photo by Penny Pitcher

Photo by Penny Pitcher

The Camas Children watched
as they had for a millennium
their families on hillsides
harvesting antiquity
tilled and tended history
alive with burial cairns
dotting blue slopes to the Silvery Sea
framed by Misty Mountains

And, the Camas Children saw it first
wafting on the Silvery Sea,
drifting closer, wings like gravid clouds,
closer still, till smashing onto shore,
capsizing the Camas world
leaving foreigners as keepers
and our wandering Children
alien to this topsy-turvy world

The sea still laps shore,
fields still slope the hills
but silent lies burial cairns
awaiting blossoms starry spring
to scribble the hillside blue
and write what was is still
waiting for the world to right.

Bob Tuomi

From the book Traces, Five Coastal Poets

 

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