“Poppa Ray’s Dream”


He dreamed of a time when Respect was a word

That meant youngs ones listened and actually heard.

He dreamed of a river that gave food to us all

That ran full of water, wasn’t empty and small.


A man full of sorrow for the world he lived in

A man who could speak for he knew where he’s been.


Still, he dreamed on with a hope that shone bright

That his children would one day walk forth from the night.

Standing tall amongst others, their dignity found

Proud of their culture and connection to this ground.

-Cheree Stokes © 2017

Poppa Ray's Dream