Native Americans, Truth In the Telling
Native Americans, Truth In The Telling
NOT FOR CONTEST
Savage was their race, deep cuts in their blows
Brave with no disgrace, as history shows
Hunters strong, wandering in wooded glen
Where they belong, valiant tales of men
Swift as deer, primeval in their wild ways
Rarely prone to cheer, hard were their dark days
Soldiers of note, fierce in every brave fight
If truth be wrote, they lived a life more right
Serene in their love, wards of Nature's lands
Worship spirits above, scattered in bands
True to a fault, with honor never bought
When Time cried its halt, great Spirits they sought
Savage was his race, deep cuts in their blows
Fighters with no disgrace, history shows
Hunters strong, wandering in wooded glen
Where they belong, valiant tales of men
Robert J. Lindley, 3-08-2017
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 120
Total # Words: 94
Note: Dedicated to my Native American grandfather, (Julius Parks).
My mother's father that she never uttered a single criticism of...
An honorable man, fierce, brave and noble. He died in 1964
after living his life far from the ways of his childhood and parental teachings.
Under the rule of white men and their white laws. I saw regret in his eyes, but never surrender! I saw love in his heart but never hate!
I have failed him miserably in my white skin and its too often deceptive ways of living..
Yet we each walk our own path for better or for worse.
I do not surrender to that which attempts to destroy me now.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
