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 is the breath of a buffalo in wintertime.
It is the little shadow which runs across the grass
and loses itself in the sunset.
Categories:
blackfeet, blessing,
Form: Rhyme
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 for
His tribal preservation.
What caught my eye, though, was his name –
Earl Old Person. Who knew
When he was just a baby
That he’d live to 92?
It must have been confusing
And a trifle weird and wild
To be saddled with that name
When he was just a little child.
At least he did fulfill his quest
Of honor and acclaim,
Especially because he really
Lived up to his name.
Categories:
blackfeet, obituary,
Form: Rhyme
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 moccasin or footprint.
Do the Blackfeet Indians live there?
Will you teach Sunday school classes
while in Nampa?
Categories:
blackfeet, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
Blackfeet
drum beaters
Beaded moccasins
whirl
medicine man
in wolf's skin
rattles around fire
Categories:
blackfeet, adventure, computer-internet, faith, family,
Form: I do not know?