Lakota ...The Chosen People
Circle of drums beat to hearts joined in
solemn union with the ways of the past.
The Eagle flies overhead, reminding the
Chosen People of their destiny.
Elders share wisdom with their youth,
filling them with strength to overcome
the burdens, the pale-faces have pressed
upon them.
Sacred Vision Quests show the path
the Great Spirit has designed for them.
The White Buffalo appears, a sign of
the return of the 'greasy grass'
Hope never dies!
The Chosen People live!
*Tribute to all Native North Americans, my friends, my Brothers and Sisters.....
Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2009
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