In The Bottle Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

In the bottle

Search, research is my fun
If I find, or not find.

I was in Battleford
With friend, went around.

One place was named "Light, "
Was rich and said too much.

Saw a man standing,
Took picture, smiling
Talked with the curator,
Got answers to questions.

Encouraged, went after
The birth of the place
And its cause and the how.

Then I met the founder
One of two brothers
The other one is dead.

He was kind and helpful
While both were in bottle,
Lost we were, unaware.

A candle in the wind
Flickered with tweets
And I was a poor moth
In love with the fire…

Around me were ashes
On the quilt signature
Of Native children.

Many died when tried
To escape, run away…

It is said that some were
Taken to sit, observe
The hanging of braves.