Hiawatha Poems - Poems about Hiawatha

...The 90 year old Could no longer bend or even lean Over His brother’s grave Stands in the sun with his planted cane At his elbow Tells me He hears his brother speak from the grass “Bobby......Read the rest...

...When I was very young All I really wanted To be was an Indian. My mother always read to me - Stories of fairies and elves, Of princesses and ogres, witches, And brownies who did good deeds. Po......Read the rest...

...In the gray dawn, ghostlike, A mist rises over the lake Like a floating whisper. My shorts and tee shirt Are damp and clammy From hanging on the bedpost Near the open window. The dock is slip......Read the rest...

...We are inviting you to join our club of sixty- two. I was surprised, excited, and honored, by Miss Lou. You are our type, she assured me. We all want you. I believed her for sure; it gave me a big......Read the rest...

...One hot August afternoon, in the hills behind our home, I chanced upon what seemed a trail I felt inclined to roam. I walked it quite a while until, deep within the wood, I chanced upon a cleari......Read the rest...

...Ladies and gentlemen, laddies, lassies one and all Water, water everywhere, be careful lest you fall. Please take into account, we've found wet boards do shrink and remind your children, this wat......Read the rest...

...My aunt was a weirdo: she talked to trees, walked around the house naked and used to read me “The Metamorphoses” by Ovid and “The Song of Hiawatha” by Longfellow as a bedtime story. “Oom-ta-ta, oom-t......Read the rest...

...Sponsored by Lowest Bidders It interests me that Hiawatha, like Jesus of Nazareth before him, and Mahatma Gandhi after, taught WinWin cooperative peace by co-investing in ego/ecotherapeutic j......Read the rest...

...The Cave I descended in the cavern, Through a passage, I descended, Deep and deeper, ever narrow, Ever further, ever darker. As I sat and turned my light off, Not a glimmer, not a flicker, ......Read the rest...

...Riding bareback ‘cross the wide plains Brave Geronimo in his deep pain Makes his pathway, looking forward Never losing faith in fortune To the far off land Dakota Where he will seek for an answe......Read the rest...

...~The Dream~ ( Triolet ) -A tribute to "The Slave’s Dream" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow- One night the slave had a nice dream And in the dream he was just free He heard sounds of freedom’s......Read the rest...

...Peacemaker of the forgotten days. He fasted and suffered for the peaceful relations of all the people. “My poor children, listen to the word of wisdom, listen to the word of warning fro......Read the rest...

...©2010 (Jim Sularz) Was it by chance or pure circumstance, that the path I took, led me far out West? An island hop, a drifting castaway, with treasured moments, of bygone yesterdays. Where......Read the rest...

...Introduction From the city on the river Where the Sage of Monticello And the Great Emancipator Birthed the country, saved the nation, Sounds a call for civil discord In the service of ambitio......Read the rest...

...Out Double Door and Did Disappear In an awkward position I was once situated When to some people I had prevaricated With my many ideas that were outdated And major changes in my life con......Read the rest...