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Native Hunt

I went with them into the woods There's no return without the goods So many times we stayed all night To return empty handed was just not right I couldn't have been no more than eight When told to keep that arrow straight Pull it back till the bow near breaks Through the heart and claim your stake No matter how impressive the stag Respect their spirit and never brag To only kill enough to eat Never more than what you need Do not look upon their dying eyes As their spirit soars and begins to fly Say a prayer to the Great Spirits That Be For taking that life and to forgive thee
Copyright © by Scarlett Anderson

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 3/27/2010 9:03:00 PM
Nicely put, it really makes a native story come to life, nice work!
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Date: 1/20/2010 1:04:00 PM
Another lovely gem Scarlett, do you look Choctaw Apache? >> James
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Date: 1/15/2010 6:33:00 AM
Scarlett, just beautiful. Everything that lives has spirit and should be honored. Excellent rhyme and empowering sentiments. Enjoyed Love Light Patty
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Date: 1/15/2010 12:13:00 AM
Nic work Scarlett Rgds Brian & thanks for your welcome comments
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