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Far From Home

In my heart there is pain As I long for my home Where I know I once walked the yellow grass Guided by the sky and ~wind spirit~ The crow always at my shoulder The warmth upon my back I watched dances for the buffalo and sang proud for my people I knew the earth before she was raped In my eyes are the storms Of many moons and I am without Though in dreams she comes to me A round faced woman and speaks Of those who have waited just like me Drifting through time Until the new sun My tears hold the story of yearning The moving within They who come when I walk through dreams Know me,know my heart I have no desire to be of this tongue My love is for the people I belong with My love is for all who need it As the critters As the Earth ~Great Spirit~ I am your daughter Make my path the right one So I may come home

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 4/7/2010 4:18:00 PM
This poem is like a Red Indian tale of the past, truly an absorbing read Chenoa >> James
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Date: 4/5/2010 9:25:00 PM
Thanks Christopher...yes there is sadness.This was written from the heart and soul of me. My name...how lovely to say.Thank you :)
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Date: 4/5/2010 9:17:00 PM
Thank you Francine :)
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Date: 4/5/2010 8:56:00 PM
that was lovely
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