A View of Heaven

Long blue-black, straight hair.
 The color of a raven so rare.
Cheek bones chiseled with grace.
 A tan Native American face.

Hair, braided with a ritual feather.
 Clothed in a loin cloth made of leather.
Tribal war paint decorated his cheeks,
 Seeing a Native God made my knees weak.

They honor and worship our Earth, 
 Paying tribute to all that is birthed.
Never taking, without giving something back.
 This is what most cultures, but them seem to lack.

If I ever had the chance to pick a perfect mate, 
 A Native American Indian would be my fate.
I would treasure him forever, body and soul.
 With his perfect face and eyes the color of coal.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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March 29, 2009 at 12:18 AM
Loved this one, nice rhyme and flow...Raul
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March 28, 2009 at 8:51 AM
Interesting view and a tribute to a wonderful culture that has minimized by the greed of others. Thank you for sharing this poem with us and for your kind words on my lanterne. Keep on writing! Karen
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March 28, 2009 at 4:23 AM
A marvelous tribute to the native American... they are endowed with a spirituality that others lack. Well done Aleera! Best wishes, Keith
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March 27, 2009 at 8:25 AM
Aleera, now this is awonderfulpoem of reality as the line that hit home with me was this one, "Never taking, without giving something back." It seems that out society is driven by selfish acceptable norms of taking, taking and taking without never thinking of giving back. Another excellent poem by our Aleera... Your Fan Boy MPK
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