Best Squaws Poems

He was an old Crow Indian
Rejected by all his kin,
That never fit in any world,
But now lived among white men.

He must have been near one...

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Long tennis matches stretch on and on for love of deuce,
While endless freight trains mercifully end with a little red caboose.

Domestic snits could be shortened...

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Hannah, I haven't seen or heard you cry
not in the gray of winter day
or in the cold silence of our prisoner nights,
the others can hardly...

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Now that December has descended
with it's roots of ice and skies of snow
our timber fortress is a sanctuary of ethnographic enlightenment
and embassy that entreats the...

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There was a Red Indian Chief 
his name was Raging Waters
he lived a pleasant life
surrounded by his four wives

They took care of all his needs
gave...

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We are hours into the mountain riverway, the current unfriendly to us
paddling earlier had simply strained the men to burning exhaustion, 
those who have the...

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In the setting sun the Sioux Tepees look like vandalized pyramids,
the Tetons themselves appear as though angels raped
by the savagery of centuries yet noble in...

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'Tis said that the first Thanksgiving feast was celebrated in sixteen twenty-one.
'Twas the Pilgrims' first bountiful harvest so they decided to have some fun!
(That was...

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There was a great Chief named Many Papoose,

   Who with many brave's squaws played fast 'n' loose!

      When...

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The day seemed no different 
From the ones that pasted before
Heat, dust and wind
Made living here a chore 
We haven't had a drop of rain
For...

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There once was a sweet Shawnee squaw
Who left home and Ma and her Paw 
They had given her life
But he’d wanted a WIFE!
So she left...

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Amid 240 units of toil
Reigns my Connie
Where she walks
Is blessed soil

California sun
To match her hair,
No nature's beauty
Could compare

Sitting at a table,
With her friend Denise,
Mulling over...

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She frowned at him, still dressed in his skins,
then cast her gaze upon sweet Nell.
“Why do you bring a savage with you?
Long, lost, little brother,...

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Raised on promises ? Trip the wire where nothing remains...
An east coast orphanage and red coats, fighting for her republic
Dolls in rags their quivering lips...

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It’s time, by now, we did away with nations.
I tell you, hand on heart beneath the flag,
This jingo jag has now become a drag.
Those puerile...

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