Ojibway Poems - Poems about Ojibway

...view of rich soo locks grand hotel that's aged well among new venues......

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... ever since I can remember I have known bullies it began in grammar school I was different part Ojibway .... they called me Indian Princess but not in a nice way my grandma only ......

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... and the drums beat, beat, beat and flutes and voices float and the eagle calls me and the wolves howl, howl, howl oh, a wind is whistling, whirling, whispering come, come, come and in ......

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...In Canada, the First Indigenous Communities sadly watched as the ground penetrating high-tech equipment searched and found the unmarked graves of residential school children. These children were t......

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... I have been called 'names' besides my name to grandpa I was 'Funny Girl' I would stomp my foot but still to him I came he was funny and I wish that I could be Funny Girl again My s......

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... "The meaning of life is our knowing participation with the greater powers around us, in us, and within us. " by _Robert James Liguori __......

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... in my life- some have tried to murder my spirit- to assassinate my soul with their single-mindfulness nincompoops mean and nasty torture brutal massacres relentless running ho......

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...Blueberry Festival In Sioux Lookout Travel north off the Trans-Canada On Highway seventy-two, And cross the Frog Rapid Narrows Of the English River system To enter Sioux Lookout, On Pe......

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...The Iroquois, the Ottawa, the Potawatomi, the Crow, The Lakota, the Chippewa; all dwelt by their shores And in their deep forests, but are there no more. Yet the Lakes remain; their waters abid......

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...In the 1600's, Europeans lived on the eastern shore Their numbers grew, they wanted more. Iroquios, Sauk, Ottawa, and Mohawk were tribes they met Too many and more, paid our forefathers' debt. Me......

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...On a northern night, In an ojibway village. The Shaman, Shared his ceremonies, With me. He let me in, On sacred secrets. Not because, I am native. But, Because, I was worthy.......

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