The Grahamburglar Poet Free verse

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*Perhaps I should indicate that I am not Native American, nor am I trying to appropriate their culture or heritage. I wrote this as a sort of contemplation, from a first-person perspective. I hope my effort is not perceived as offensive. I have only respect and admiration for the Native American Nations and their cultural histories.

The Lament

The Lament

We followed where they went.
We cried to them on occasion.
They were guides, intelligent hunters
and companions.

We would sing by our fires
and they, by moonlight.
We were curious of them,
and they of us,
each optimistic of the other.

Food grew scarce for us,
scarcer still for them.
Strangers were taking,
stealing and wasting.

We all wasted away,
us and they. 

When the wolves went silent
we followed where they went.

9/18/16

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Sandra Haight September 29, 2016 at 7:33 PM The Grahamburglar, yes...I agree with Viv below..."a sad episode in the Country's history". You have expressed the lament very well. Sandra

Poet Destroyer A September 24, 2016 at 11:54 PM Nicely done, The Grahamburglar, sounds like a camping night.... enjoyed. LINDA

Viv Wigley September 21, 2016 at 12:37 AM A fine essay on a sad episode in the Country's history. Well written, Grahamburgler. Regards, Viv

Arthur Vaso September 18, 2016 at 11:14 PM The funny thing is this word has been dancing in my head like a Celtic dream! You beat me to it, and well done indeed!