Louise Omeasoo's sonnet: In the Distance

The feet softly touching

the flattened grass.

Smell of fires, the

arena director making announcements.

Babies crying, children laughing, teenagers stalking,

adults teaching, and Elders observing.

Mothers cooking over the open fires.

Colourful regalias overflowing;

of jingle, grass, fancy and chicken dancers

and others, of all ages.

Best of all is in the teepee.

The fire embers keeping us warm in the center

while mother covers us up with blankets,

powwow singers still drumming in the distance.

Louise Omeasoo