Fiery Spirits
As the eagle glides through the air beautiful and free
the spirits are calling "We are Free, We are free."
The indians are dancing around the hot flaming fires of victory.
By Julie Rene leek
Published In Teen Voices National Magazine.
In memory of my Grandfather Rennie Dittmer
May he soar with the Eagles
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