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Native American Son

Astride his pinto pony sits a Native American son,
Atop a grassy knoll silhouetted against the rising sun.
A majestic, bronzed brave, feathers wafting in the breeze,
Arms uplifted in obeisance, the Great Spirit to appease!

He offers thanks to Him for the grandeur of creation,
For the sun and moon from which he gathers inspiration.
For the flowing rivers and the life-sustaining rain,
And for the beasts that roam the vast and verdant plain!

He asks the Great Spirit to bless his arrow and bow,
That with true aim he can fell life-nurturing buffalo,
To contribute to the welfare of his tribal clan,
A feast of roasted meat and many hides to tan!

He prays that among his brothers peace will e'er prevail,
And that he be protected as he lopes along the trail.
He pleads for honor in battle, be the outcome victory or defeat,
And that he be brave and not falter against foes he should meet!

A tear rolls down his cheek thinking of his ravaged, sacred land,
Broken treaties and those who deal with deceitful hand.
With sad heart he lowers his arms and slowly turns away,
Determined that from his fathers' paths he will not stray!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved

Entry for Shanity Rain's "Native American People" Contest

Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw

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  1. Date: 6/9/2014 8:06:00 PM
    Would have made it never stray. Other that that it is perfect. I have one difficult problem. How could you possibly measure the closeness in accuracy and perfection in each of your most popular poems when they all have greatness in their own right? Let me continue reading on now. Jim Horn

  1. Date: 11/29/2013 11:14:00 AM
    Ahh!! Great quality poetry..Enjoyed the mood of the poem.Way to go ..Congrats...Sara

  1. Date: 11/25/2013 9:26:00 PM
    Bob H., it's like taking a history lesson from your poem.. A well deserved win... always~ Linda

  1. Date: 11/25/2013 8:18:00 AM
    Congrats on a well deserved win. Loved it! Rhythmic and flowing.

  1. Date: 11/24/2013 10:03:00 PM
    Congratulations on this fine win, Bob

  1. Date: 11/24/2013 5:02:00 PM
    simply beautiful Robert congrats on win Shadow x smile hug

  1. Date: 11/24/2013 4:18:00 PM
    great poem you have penned here...congrats on your win :)

  1. Date: 11/24/2013 4:10:00 PM
    Well Bob you really surprised me here..' well i am speechless..L O L)) ' i 'spose its cause i'm writing..! No really good piece from you well deserved win..' Joe..)

  1. Date: 11/24/2013 3:53:00 PM
    Much congratulations... awesome job..

  1. Date: 11/24/2013 3:25:00 PM
    You have brought forth an icon image [at least 1, there's a painting too this reminds me of] Remember the crying Indian television ad that was first broadcast in 1971? “People start pollution,” the voiceover intones. ” People can stop it.” Good job Bob Congrad's on your win. Light & Love

  1. Date: 11/24/2013 2:03:00 PM
    Congratulations ! A excellent write , and quite frankly ..had me going back and forth on should I give this one a higher place ? Thank-you for entering my contest ! I am the winner for enjoying all the poems I read.

  1. Date: 11/3/2013 10:10:00 PM
    I am sure loving this one Bob.... very deep.. good luck in the contest...always...LINDA

  1. Date: 11/2/2013 4:15:00 PM
    Hi Bob; I think that you have written a beautiful poem on the Native American son. I just know that this is a winner. Thanks for sharing.... Lucilla

  1. Date: 11/2/2013 12:06:00 PM
    Hello Bob: You have really painted a touching scene and captured the essence of their plight. Reads like a winner to me.

  1. Date: 11/2/2013 9:43:00 AM
    Hi Bob - Magnificent scene. It reminds me of "The end of the Trail." A picture of the sculpture hung on my Grandmother's wall. As a little girl I cried when I looked at it and Grandma told me a little about the Indians. I hope you are well. Kathy

  1. Date: 11/1/2013 12:44:00 AM
    a very nice one for that contest. I don't know if I should enter my joking one in the contest or not!!!

  1. Date: 10/30/2013 9:59:00 PM
    Whenever you post a poem , I can't resist myself to click and read, Bob and thanks for your nice comments on my poem,