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Roy Pogorzelski

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I am an award winning and community minded social activist and entrepreneur. I own 3 businesses, lecture in University, PHD candidate and consultant/facilitator. I have lived, worked and studied in Belgium and Austria and facilitated/spoke in Switzerland, Sweden, Kenya and Mexico. My writings are my own reflection on life, love and liberty.

Sunday 16 October 2011

I Hear the Beating of the Drum



 Christine McFarlane is a published writer-with three creative stories "Choosing the Path to Healing" in Growing Up Girl- Voices from Marginalized Spaces, "As A Child" in Yellow Medicine Review.Most recently a short story "Mother: An Essay" was published in the Spring 2011 Issue of Yellow Medicine Review, a poem "I Remember" in xxx ndn, a book by the Aboriginal Writer's Collective of Manitoba, and a short story titled "The ER" published by Survivor Chronicles. Christine contributes and writes a regular column titled "Life's Journey" in the Native Canadian newsletter of Toronto Ontario, writes regularly for Anishinabek News, and First Nations House magazine that is based out of the University of Toronto. She is the recipient of the President's Award 2011 from the University of Toronto for Most Outstanding Native Student of the Year. Lastly, she writes occasionally for Windspeaker and likes to experiment with different genres- going from journalistic style, memoir, poetry and prose.

                                                           I Hear The Beating of the Drum:
                                                           Guest Blog: Christine McFarlane

I hear the beating
Of the drum

Voices rise
In unison

Hey a
Hey a

I hear the beating
Of the drum

Voices rise
In unison

Pride rises
Within

Hey a
Hey

I hear the beating
Of the drum

Voices rise
In unison

My foot
Begins to tap

I want to sing
Raise my voice
Alongside everyone

Hey a
Hey a

I want to dance
Just like the dancers
Who circle the drum

I feel happiness
A sense of calm

As I stand and listen
To Mother Earth’s
Heart beat

I hear the beating
Of the drum

Voices rise
In unison

It’s like the shawl
I have kept wrapped around me

Has risen

Hey a
Hey a

I am home

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