Poems by:
Harvey TORDOFF
The Premonition
My father told me of a fearful dream. He said:
“I dreamt I saw the greatest emigration that has yet been through our country.
I looked North and South and East and West and saw nothing but dust.
And I heard a great weeping.
I saw women crying, and my men shot down by the white people.
Oh, my dear children!
You may think it is only a dream,
But I feel that it will come to pass.”