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NATIVE ANGST

By William Bedford ——--May 7, 2010

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LOST Old ways, like distant drums, faintly call through the mist of tribal memory. Ancient language lost, leaving no tongue to tell epic tales of big sky filled with eagles
Of mighty rivers swarming with fish. Of vast plains thundering with buffalo running free as the prairie wind. Who am I now? Warrior-hunter no more. Culture: lost in the dust of time. Lost songs. Lost prayers. Lost identity. Everything lost. Lost. William Bedford

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William Bedford——

CFP “Poet in Residence” William Bedford was born in Dublin, Ireland, but has lived in Toronto for most of his life.  His poems and articles have been published in many Canadian journals and in some American publications.

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