sweetest orendo
intuitive indian
owned by apache
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?
They where hunter gatherers at one with the land,
They thanked mother earth with song and dance,
Occasionally another tribe would raid and kill,
Years they lived on the land with customs and traditions
The head was the chief beloved by all,
Happy .... not knowing what was to come.
White man came they wanted their land,
White man spoke with folk tongue signing treats they didnt keep,
They eradicated whole groups to get their way,
The natives not expected to fight back,
When they did they where called savages.
The whites called them indians a derogative name when all is said and done,
Shoved on reservations their traditions outlawed,
Their children shoved in white mans schools they didnt want to go,
For years it's been that way a tragedy to behold,
Soon their ways will be forgotten,
Native Americans true people of the land.
Grasslands felt them a week early,
Knew they were coming,
Heard them from many days off.
Not in a hearing way, more of a spiritual knowing.
Grasslands had keen eyes, and strong feelings,
And a magnificent vibration sensation, that felt things way ahead.
She prepared herself for their assault, it came every year.
The air was pregnant with the thought of them
Several hours before they arrived.
The Wildebeests arrived following the gentle
Rain on Tuesday. They began snorting and
Pawing. The assault on Grasslands beginning once again.
Foretelling nacreous cloud
In the midday sky
Mother-of-pearl
Beautifully priceless
Mother of Game smiled
Rainbow cloud sent by the ancestors
Announcing spirit would send animals
To the men tomorrow
A successful hunt
First rainbow cloud she had ever seen
Foretold by Wise Woman
Bringing joy to the tribe
The fire dance would be
Fantastic tonight
The elders were now
Starring at the sky
Sits at house and plays with mouse...
Native American people had a set rule of living
The men hunted and protected
The women, cook, child mind and made clothing
To maintain both was an accomplishment.
The man when it's time to forage for food
Got ready their spears, arrows, bows and knives
These were the tools of their trade
Bringing home the buffalo, turkey, deer, salmon to survive
Nothing was wasted of an animal
They created weapons with the bones
Stomach acted as a water carriers
Skin or fur would be used for shelter and clothes
They were farmers also, with crops to plant
In doing this it gives them a place to live
A permanent residence along with other settlers
Their roaming days are over, peace is all they want
These proud people who were persecuted by most
Have survived and learned to live in peace
Are they treated fairly, or are classed as lower citizens
Their land taken, no compensation given, hopes crushed.
The before and after of a Native American life
From people being in awe of the tribes
To looking down on them regarding them as worthless
To be rounded up like cattle and put in settlements
But they will survive,they have survived.
Penned August 8th 2015
To the roof of the world… the mighty eagle flies
Silently watching the Earth down below
Flying mile after mile, day after day
Their solemn spirits soaring in Heavenly skies
From all the forests, from all of the plains
From all the mountains high above
Discarding sacred bones beneath the dust
They see many people leave their Earthly stains
We stand steadfast and strong to let people know
As we walk the trails of many tears
From deep within, our sacred fires burn
Always remembering what our Shamans foretold
Built in stony cliffs and hills beneath Earthly skies
The modern world cannot foretell
All the thousands of legends left untold
In desolate ruins many enshrined mysteries lie
Immortal, sacred images inscribed in stone were cast
Held firm by rocks and boulders- left alone
Proclaiming years of hallowed history
Their Spirit messages and figures from out of the past
One day soon, the roar of drum beats will soon be heard
The four winds will lend their mighty ears
While the winged-ones rejoice and soar above
Remembering the past… and the hardships endured
There and then...
Lies the dawn of light - the mysteries revealed
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