Best Native Americanson Poems
Bells worn on ankles by the tribe's fireside
Joyful dancing began when smoke signals rose high
A son was born to the chief and his bride
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky
The young warrior’s time had soon come
His first battle was won when spring was nigh
The tribe had a victory dance beneath setting sun
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky
The Native American village was invaded by whites
And the chief’s soul to heaven did fly
His son donned the headdress as his father received last rites
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky
The proud tribe was confined to a reservation
And the young chief died trying to defy
This was the last dance of a tribal nation
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky
*For Dr. Ram's "Ring Out Wild Bells to the Wild Sky" contest
Way up in the country
on a majestic winters night
born into the cold
came the son of the northern lights
Under a captivating sky
his first breath could be seen
life rising from the ice
in this land of glacial dreams
He was the chosen one
expected to lead the way
through the eternal darkness
and the forever sunlit days
On the frozen tundra under snow capped mountains
his clan survived and laid their claim
thanks to the son of the northern lights
the land they learned to tame