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.