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The American Indian

The American Indians have a story to tell and a way of life that history knows so well. For many years, the great tribes stretched across the land. Raising their families from nature’s own hand. They built their homes in the mountains, deserts and plains. Planted their crops and hunted the wild game. They used the land as a way to survive, Built their homes from the buffalo’s hide. There were many things about them that seemed so strange, A different way of life before the white man came. And when they fought a battle that would take a war to win, They were put on reservations and lost their hunting land. The white eyes gave them food and built them a home, Took away their honor, as they tossed them a bone. As the years pass, we love to think back to the day, And paint our picture in the color of the Indian way. For the silence of a village sitting on the banks of a stream. Could there be a prettier picture of the American Dream?

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Date: 10/19/2021 7:25:00 PM
I really don’t know if the American Indians realize that as a people they hold a special place in our hearts. Thanks for your kind thoughts on my poem.
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Date: 10/19/2021 6:03:00 PM
Beautiful in description and moments in time. I have spent many years with a tribe from E AZ documenting their Coming of Age Ritual in paintings. The people are still honoring their young women as they pass into adulthood. It's a tribute to their ancestors. I am saddened by all that has passed. Thank you for this slice of history. Love it. Blessings, Susan :)
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Date: 10/19/2021 3:39:00 PM
Well done!
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Patrick Kelly
Date: 10/20/2021 10:38:00 AM
thanks Kim for reading my poem. Nice dog.
Date: 10/19/2021 2:50:00 PM
thanks for reading my poem. I too have loved the American Indian and they are Native Americans. They represent America to me as much as the old west. A great part if not sad too. We do paint them in color. I hope they know.
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Date: 10/19/2021 2:27:00 PM
I love your poem in tribute to the American Indian, whom I prefer to call the true Native Americans. Such wonderful imagery. I particularly enjoyed the first lines describing their way of life before the white man interfered. Yep, this is a FAVE for me!
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