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A Good Day To Die

It has been many Summers Since I came into this world My first memory as a child Was helping my mother gather wood So that the women could start the fire I remember when they lined us up To fit us for our moccasins They were not the usual hand me downs They were cut from the latest hunt The children were all smiles Then I became a young man Made my own bow and arrows They taught us how to hunt On foot or riding a horse The secrets for survival When I became a full-grown man We would fight against our neighbors After that came the white man All the tribes became united In our attempts to survive We fought them but they were many They sent us to live on barren land Promises that were made were broken With wanton greed I couldn't understand The Indian way of life came to an end Now I am old, feeble, and feel too weary I am preparing to leave this land Today I saw the spirit summon me Tomarrow I will walk up the mountain It will be a good day to die I will pray to all the spirits When I come to life Let it be as an Indian So that I can live with honor Until it is a good day to die

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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