David Archuletta Poet I do not know?

Dakota Legend

Storms of sorrow,

Etch furrowed rows
Ingrained of sad memories past
Carved deep in brow
A mounted warrior of Ghost Dance last

Storms of sorrow,

The will, nor image could force
Stoic in nature, as brazen of life
A granite warrior's likenesses, emulate it's only source

Storms of sorrow,

Upon brow of the "Nation"
Instill change, in a memory's course
From atop Lakota Black Hills
Emerges the legend, the legend of the one called Crazy Horse

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February 18, 2009 at 9:25 AM I like the insight and emotion in this poem. It is sad that once a proud culture has little voice in today's world. Nice use of imagery to convey your thoughts. Keep on writing! Karen

Phyllis Babcock February 18, 2009 at 9:08 AM A great write David. Yes, the treatment of native Americans was not a good part of history. In Canada we have the same history. God Bless Phyl

Carolyn Devonshire February 13, 2009 at 11:05 PM Wow, David. I, too, sense storms of sorrow when I think of the way our nation has treated Native Americans. (My living room is decorated with Native American artwork.) I can really relate to this one. Carolyn