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R.J. Lindley,
April 22nd 1978
Sonnet,(Nature, Native Blood And Wisdom)

NOTE- I have been ill these last few days. Could not write and even this morn can only post this very old poem, unedited. Forgive me this lack of new writes, I am trying to post and finish some of my old poems and many fragments..

Once a Wild Child, Playing Barefooted In Deep Snow

Once A Wild Child, Playing Barefooted In Deep Snow

Until you have walked the hard path, felt its brutal cold
stopped believing this world, in it great lies being sold
do not ever step forth and dare try to ridicule me
for I am a seeding planted beneath Truth's great tree.

Taught from birth, Nature is far greater friend than foe
once a wild child playing barefooted, in deep snow
now a man that has lived with his eyes wide open 
never deceived into being another blinded token.

Truth came in with my birth and Native American blood
later knowledge of Nature's gift like a raging flood
I sleep and dream of earth, virgin as once it stood
Yes, I would remove man's many stains if only I could.

Until you have walked the hard path, felt its brutal cold
Stopped believing this world, in it great lies being sold.

R.J. Lindley,
April 22nd 1978
Sonnet,(Nature, Native Blood And Wisdom)


NOTE- I have been ill these last few days. Could not write and even this morn can only post this very old poem, unedited. Forgive me this lack of new writes, I am trying to post and finish some of my old poems and many fragments..

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James Edward Lee Sr.

Date: 2/28/2018 4:40:00 PM

Robert, the funny thing bout written words like the bible, even though things were written days gone by, centuries, decades, years or months... IT"S ALWAYS NEW AND FRESH.. Your a wonderful great writer, just write whether or not we our self like our own works. Many fellow poets ask why I write so much like yourself all works from today going back to 1970.. Write on my brother, taken care of yourself... :) James

Silent One

Date: 2/26/2018 10:00:00 AM

You write when you are ready my friend.. This poem is a great write, and an example of your great poetic talent..

Keith O.J. Hunt

Date: 2/25/2018 1:05:00 PM

A masterpiece Robert, one of your very finest, no editing needed! Wow, just loved it. Myself, I was born in a snowbank..... A fave;-) BTW I posted another poem, should you not know. Take care my Native American friend, always;-)

Susan Ashley

Date: 2/25/2018 12:45:00 PM

Robert, I deeply enjoyed your tremendous write. I loved your reference of never selling your soul/ or selling out; 'now a man that has lived with his eyes wide open never deceived into being another blinded token'.. your poem is compelling and its message so beautifully expressed. I hope your feeling better and warm thoughts for a speedy recovery. Warmest wishes my friend!