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Native Americans

The still air is broken by a distant shout,
Watch out now Steven there's Red Indians about.

Your bright eyes widen in the sunny glow,
Quickly now Steven lets make you a bow.

Carefully through the trees we tramp,
Quitely now Steven there's the Indain camp.

But you are not scared, your chest is full of pride,
Now Daddy has made you

Coimetrophobia and Such

I
All sorts of fears
A place of tears 
And all these years
I thought these letters
Strung together for a collector?
No, far from such 
C O I M E T R O PH O B I A
Intimated I feared losing
Coins at the cemetery
But oops, nothing to do with coins!

II
Then capital, names, of nations can
And do raise the odd

Trump and Obama

I
If Obama and fans had stormed Capitol, democracy would preach

II
If Obama and fans had stormed the Capitol, he would not preach again

III
If Trump ever pays for 2021 sedition, all blood of First Nations would be Silenced

Another Walk In Nature

The more we walk in unspoiled nature…the more we hear her sounds and see her sights…the more and more we realize the Native American’s had it right…

On our walk the other day…once again we were in awe…
let me share with you to some of the sights and sounds…some of the wonders that we heard and

Ritual

RITUAL

The anthropology professor
said Iroquois ways were a fading reflection, 
a cultural trace of a poetic narrative of indigenous
wisdom, tribal traditions that marry the spirit of
a primitive people to enduring kinship with the
earth and the sky

The anthropology professor called the delicate
touch the definitive expression of intimate knowledge,
giving meaning and myth to mystical caprice in the
cardinal winds,

It's In Our Blood

There are many of us who say we had nothing to do with the theft of land out from under the Natives who were here before us…that we didn’t break any promises, we didn’t lie or steal or kill in a massive land-takeover bid….
There are many of us who say we feel no shame, we

Indigenous Peoples Day

When I was young I couldn’t wait to go outside and play
when school was not in session on Christopher Columbus Day.

We were taught all the stories…how he sailed the ocean blue
with the Nina, the Pinta, and the Santa Maria…in 1492.

We were taught he was a great explorer, across the oceans his boats swirled.
We were taught

Native Americans

They where hunter gatherers at one with the land,
They thanked mother earth with song and dance,
Occasionally another tribe would raid and kill,
Years they lived on the land with customs and traditions
The head was the chief beloved by all,
Happy .... not knowing what was to come.

White man came they wanted their land,
White man spoke with folk

Native Americans

Native Americans were given such a dirty deal
Fought for the land that was theirs, how would you feel
My mind can't conceive
Of this horrible deed
Incomprehensible, unfathomable, totally unreal

I Have a Shark's Tooth

I have a shark's tooth
Found under the soil not so deep
In my Kansas yard.
I hide it from others so they will not ruin 
My illusions about it.

I feel it is from a fierce and mighty shark
Who devoured little fish, and even maybe a human leg.
I picture it as being from prehistoric times.
I hide it especially

Wolf's Song

Wolf’s Song

I have the Great Wolf’s spirit
Flowing through my veins.
I can feel how my tribe suffered
When I gaze at their remains.
For all that’s left has turned to dust,
No longer do they cry.
They remain a haunting memory
Where soaring eagles fly.

Once a mighty nation
With pride and love to share
That white men turned to ashes
With no sympathy or

Tribute To Native Americans

There was a mystical anticipation in
Running Wolf’s embracing forest tonight.
A heart-felt feeling that encompassed the tents,
The bonfires, and the family. The children had felt it at first light.

Mother Air was fog-like thick, Father Mountain colder than usual.
Brother Trees darkened themselves in a strange way, 
Auntie Twilight helped Spirit Sisters enter the trees,
Rocks, and moss, on

Apostle of Native Americans

As a boy he read a lot of their stories.
At eleven he started to write two prose books
about them and he taught himself to swim their way.
At seventeen he walked alone for ten days
through the forests of Holy Cross Mountains
to bond himself with nature.

God saved him many times in his journeys.
After High School he studied

Native Americans Poetic Apocalypse

Brothers and sisters embrace
true Church of Resurrected Christ.
There are many churches, but only
the one established by Resurrected Christ is true.

Get hold on Heaven, on eternity.
There are many empty thrones in Heaven,
after corrupted Angels were expelled.
These thrones will be given to the holy people.

Bad Colonists will be expelled as corrupted Angels.
Ask any Roman Catholic Priest 

Native Americans, Truth In the Telling

Native Americans, Truth In The Telling
         NOT FOR CONTEST

Savage was their race, deep cuts in their blows
Brave with no disgrace, as history shows
Hunters strong, wandering in wooded glen
Where they belong, valiant tales of men

Swift as deer, primeval in their wild ways
Rarely prone to cheer, hard were their

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