Legends of tribes roam across the plains
Bold spirits guarding their own mighty land
They dance and offer songs asking for rain
To nourish grains when omens rise on,
Encircling a bonfire with shaman’s praise.
The whisper of the winds gives them strength
An Indian terrain, they protect
Oh, hear drumbeats pound a mighty roar
As chieftain gathers the arrow’s quest
For the call of blood, for freedom’s dreams.
Legends passed from generations
Grandpas holding peace pipes, tales unfold
When full moon speaks of native wisdom
To recount strides in brave moccasins
Marking prints from whisper of the winds.
Native American People Contest
by nette onclaud