Son Native American Poems

The brave seemed ferocious to many
He wore a scowl that fended them off
Unfriendly and unapproachable
Until the right woman discovered him

She tamed him into a new...

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Hear this recitation
the Lenape nation
bore a child of extreme size,
in the Onteoras,
the Catskills of yore now,
this man would live out his whole life.

Winisook was his...

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She smiled a toothy smile with perfect sized lips and straight white teeth welcoming me,
Her face perfectly symmetrical except for one brown eye shaped slightly...

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VII.
Reid’s eyes widened with the realization,
she was with child? How long had she known?
His mind reeled and more men gathered outside,
by this time his cover...

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IV.
It was two years later, at age nineteen,
Reid was out checking new traps in a pond,
just his routine, when he heard a loud shout,
ran for...

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III.
“Eagle Vision says since his own son died
he’s felt a hollow no raiding can fill,
that men should be fathers, pass their wisdom
to adopt you as...

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‘Wana Hin Gle’ the Lakota call me,
‘Wana Hin Gle’ my given name

‘He Who Happens Now,’ the drumbeat has found me,
reaching into this moment beyond glory...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Yellow bright sunshine
Purple lily pads
Bright orange blossoms
Brown horses in the pasture
Green pastures over yonder
Red roses for my daughter rosey
Red fire truck toys for my son...

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A young Native American boy was interested in his heritage
like many of us he wanted to know where he haled from
for he knew who he...

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From ‘The Woe of Roanoke ‘
It wasn’t just the gale that chilled his skin
As he mulled on the cannibal captured within.
In trembling state he clenched...

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...“The bloodshed grew, the army was called in,
and sided with settlers as they often did,
Blue Hawk’s people were crushed, all rounded up,
put on the rez...

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This house belonged to grandfather Rudolph,
though its history goes much further back,
all the way to the eighteen seventies,
when to this vast land Herbert Blake did...

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On a grassy knoll silhouetted against the rising sun,
Astride his pinto pony sits a Native American son.
A majestic bronzed brave, feathers wafting in the breeze,
Arms...

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In my early teens (late 60's)
I remember it all
began
in my mind

Dad was driving us into
downtown Minneapolis
for church I think,

up ahead, a block or so,
the bob-lights...

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