Song of Native Americans
Take me to the hill
from which the rainbow rises
to pay ancestors’ tribute.
Share the memories
handed down by mighty chiefs,
warriors who loved the land.
Harmony once reigned
between their tribes and nature
until white men invaded.
Interstates now run
through our backyards -- urban sprawl.
Endangered is our future.
*Entry for Chris's contest, but originally written for Rick's "Ancient Songs" contest.
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011
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