Tidelines Heritage Art

Generations speaks of the generations who lived on this land as opposed to today.

It’s a strange wind blows around this house,
This house of echoes.
Creaking through rafters, rattling windows,
Caressing pebbles, whipping long tall grasses into frenzy.
Whipping up a very holy peace,
A peace felt from the first brush of the toe
On this ground of echoes.
All was good on this land of echoes.

                                   W. King