Blackfeet Poems - Poems about Blackfeet

...Today we bid goodbye to beautiful Glacier We’re traveling to a tiny house in Monarch, Canada…on our way to Banff Which is distressing for a person who love rhymes not because it won’t be beautiful......

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... Today we took a beautiful hike…a journey we wanted to make through some woods, across a meadow ending up at Two Medicine Lake. This lake is sacred to the Blackfeet Nation because, as they expla......

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... For today’s blessing I thought it would be neat to yield my pen to one of the Niitsitapi tribe We gave them the name Blackfeet: What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It i......

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... For our first full day in Glacier these two old children of the sun thought it would be fun to get up early before the crowds …and head out to the sun…. It’s actually called Going to the Sun Ro......

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...I looked at the obituary, Read the words inside And did a double take about The person who had died. He was a famous chief of what They call the Blackfeet Nation And most revered for fighting......

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...Do Not Deprive and Remain Alive God did not intend us to deprive; He knows we surely will survive; Escape mishap, And avoid trap; Stay on earth and remain alive. Jim Horn Nampa means moc......

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...Happy Birthday Grandma, we are celebrating another year You may not know it’s your birthday, but we do and we cheer We get to spend some more valuable time before the dreaded day draws near A trul......

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...* * * The trapper looked for the oddly-dressed man, but could no longer see him, or his tent. He glanced around, so supremely confused, now where the devil had that darned fool went? He sear......

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...Eamon heard the rocks skitter away, scree tumbling down with his every step, descending from towering Mount Gilborne, to a lake below where he could rest. He knew a spot to set up his new tent,......

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...Damn it! Crouching low on the ridge with Joseph and Rubin we see that twenty horses or more are grazing with a group of Indians in the valley, through the telescope two things are clear the India......

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...The Nez Perce Indians who lead lean lives on these knolls and river brooks have a style of soul that sneaks into the songs of the sun and plays on the prayers in the patience of their dreams, they......

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...Blackfeet drum beaters Beaded moccasins whirl medicine man in wolf's skin rattles around fire......

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