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