Oglala Poems - Poems about Oglala

...Into the badlands we travel with hearts full of infinite hope. Ecosystem in this national park fosters four hundred species of life. Sedimentary layers of pink, tan and white look like soap. Into ......

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...Poems about Fathers and Grandfathers I I translated the first six Native American poems for my father when he chose to enter hospice and end his life by not taking dialysis … Cherokee Travele......

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...We cannot eat lies or feast on empty promises No more than the bison, starving in the desert sand We cannot clothe our children as we run from the Wasichus Our teepees torn and freezing ......

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...Salat Days by Michael R. Burch (dedicated to my grandfather, Paul Ray Burch Sr.) I remember how my grandfather used to pick poke salat ... though first, usually, he’d stretch back in the fro......

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...Native American Translations Cherokee Travelers' Blessing I loose translation by Michael R. Burch I will extract the thorns from your feet. For yet a little while, we will walk life's ......

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...The Black Hills wept for Thee East of the Black Hills of South Dakota, On the Pine Ridge Reservation, Live a proud tribe of Oglala Lakota, Part of the Great Sioux Nation. On saddled charge......

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...A descendant of Crazy Horse My blood was derived from his name I am part of a wild band of Oglala Lakota Who refuse to be tamed Our teachings, older than this country And wiser than its leaders ......

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...They call me Brave Heart Not because of my courage but because it is my last name And not because I "like" Mel Gibson that much but because it is how I was raised. Half black and native girl rai......

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...Christopher Colombus- Celebrating Genocide You stepped foot on the birth canal of my ancestors, pure, sacred, loved. you smiled.. proceeded with greed. your civilization like disease. my peopl......

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...Lakota, Arapaho Cheyenne, Oglala Minneconjou Where are they now? Why is there so much dust Over a fillet of memory? The smoke fires are dead And the discords of our life We write as history. ......

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...Legend or prophecy, one cannot understand Beautiful woman, a warrior pure of heart A message to all who seek peace, love and harmony Seven sacred ceremonies Sweat Lodge, naming, healing, adoptio......

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