Hunting Traditional Way
 
I close my eyes and dream awake
No longer am I in this place
The walls have melted away like ice
No more do I need to pay the price
Of living in modern times.
 
I open my eyes and live in the dream
Standing near my favourite stream
The fish are jumping high
And turtles’ noses floating by
Living now traditional time.
 
The men out hunting with their spears
The women and children huddled near
A fire that burns bright
Keeping watch both day and night
Life’s good in traditional times.
	
	
Cheree Stokes © 30/09/2016
	
Acrylic on stretched canvas
60cm x 50cm