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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Across the land, and in the wind, a way of life would end Who could have known, when sons were born how deep the blood would run? Their legends were a journey, that rode against the wind With prowess, and a valor that is left to memory Chanted by all their elders, to teach and touch the moon The flute will tell their stories, and smoke will circle high, then, drift with loss, and death, and cost, till silent ashes die. We know of them , ….the sons of dawn, and daughters of the trees Who watched the eagle sweep the sky, for signs of what would come They heard the stars speak to the moon, soft whispers in the breeze The young and old, who carved a place must face what would be gone Proud and brave against the night when right would turn to wrong Hearts bled a river, filled with pain. The dusk was red with white men's shame Rain whispers to a sun filled sky, persuading showers to wash the stains Where buffalo will graze again, and grasses sway against the wind Their spirit lived, although the songs, gave thunder a new sound Pride tends to dying embers, and legends linger on The songs still blend into the breeze, and trees will shelter man and child whose heritage is carved in stone, to never feel the threat of shame or never cringe in vain. Yet...the river always knows The rock, the leaf, the ruddy dust, would coat the valley floor The cost, the loss, the bloody core, is gone, forever, more
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