My Silent Drum
I wrote these words, in a style that is free, based on an idea that becomes a short story.
It may not be poetry as expressed from the perspective of Euro-Canadian literature, the words and thoughts are mine as one Indigenous voice drumming... silently.
I try to convey a point of view that may not be readily available to Canadian contemporary expressions of our human experience. Nonetheless, this little book is like a silent drum that only the listener can hear, understand and hopefully relate to the story. (From University of Manitoba)
From the book
I watched them drink from my shores
I let them bathe and clean their brown bodies
And to use my water for cooking their foods
I was happy when my water was in Ceremony
Neheywak knew how to pray with me.
From My Silent Drum by Ovide Mercredi ©2015. Published by Aboriginal Issues Press.