As the sun downs through the trees
Greened leaves bow for the eve
This warrior sits and reflects
Alone he plays, it's his way to grieve
For this is no normal scene
What I view he has brought to our lands
His name "people of the other side"
Whose journey was not of his plans
This man who was once a boy
Was found wandering many years ago
Not far from a burnt out homestead
Where his families blood had flowed
Killed by a Mahican raiding party
This short one escaped their wrath
No tribe has escaped their rampage
Death and destruction is their path
Then came the day of anew
When an elder of the village had died
From a piece of wood he would play
The grieving family responded with cries
When we asked he remembered his past
For in his country this was their way
The pipes accompanied lost souls
Their skirl was their way to say
Today he sits by the stream all alone
This boy who grew into a man
He now lives the Apalachee way
Bringing his past to his future lands
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Soon, English will be lost as the main language in America.
Sadly, a European language takes over, whilst the true die!
Categories:
mahican, abuse, america, anger, hurt,
Form: Rhyme
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 these salty tears Eurydice a crazy life
Insidious circles Paul Revere stigmata's, the British are coming offertory's
Communion Alfalfa versing Buckwheat a Shakespearian send'off Monroe's doctrine
Alibaba's all saints day Bluebeard's manifest, destiny Mahican squaws as trails their tears
Longfellow reciting Darla's dreams; love's turn'coat screams pledged of dire shots, ringing out.
Categories:
mahican, angel, baby, love,
Form: I do not know?
As the sun downs through the trees
Greened leaves bow for the eve
This warrior sits and reflects
Alone he plays, it's his way to grieve
For this is no normal scene
What I view he has brought to our lands
His name "people of the other side"
Whose journey was not of his plans
This man who was once a boy
Was found wandering many years ago
Not far from a burnt out homestead
Where his families blood had flowed
Killed by a Mahican raiding party
This short one escaped their wrath
No tribe has escaped their rampage
Death and destruction is their path
Then came the day of anew
When an elder of the village had died
From a piece of wood he would play
The grieving family responded with cries
When we asked he remembered his past
For in his country this was their way
The pipes accompanied lost souls
Their skirl was their way to say
Today he sits by the stream all alone
This boy who grew into a man
He now lives the Apalachee way
Bringing his past to his future lands
Written by James Fraser for Constance's contest "Tell HIS Story~~"
Categories:
mahican, native american
Form: Quatrain
Eastern Algonquian
Native American tribe
An Indian of Indians
As history scribes
This Muhhekunneuw
People of the river
In the tribes around them
In terror shiver
Hudson river warriors
Another tribe chased from their homes
Hounded by horrors
Government clones
A few hundred years later
Its really hard to believe
This warrior tribes
Language in cease
To die with the others
Its their history that's lost
No intelligence to preserve it
Not the white man's cost
Wisconsin settled
With the Munsee
In 200 years time
They'll be here, you'll see
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/native-americans.php
Categories:
mahican, hope, native americanhistory,
Form: Rhyme