Poetry Forum Areas

Introduce Yourself

New to PoetrySoup? Introduce yourself here. Tell us something about yourself.

Looking for a Poem

Can't find a poem you've read before? Looking for a poem for a special person or an occasion? Ask other member for help.

Writing Poetry

Ways to improve your poetry. Post your techniques, tips, and creative ideas how to write better.

High Critique

For poets who want unrestricted constructive criticism. This is NOT a vanity workshop. If you do not want your poem seriously critiqued, do not post here. Constructive criticism only. PLEASE Only Post One Poem a Day!!!

How do I...?

Ask PoetrySoup Members how to do something or find something on PoetrySoup.

Read Native American Poems Online


As The Crow Cries

Having come full circle back to Aurora
What's new? the dawn? the tears?
The streaming lights painted red or green?
My survival? my sorrow? my autumn years?
Pushed on just a mere dust particle 
I realize it's not about me at all
The giant cogwheel rolls larger 
than my anger and fears 
Bigger than a myth or drawn illustration
Pencil my pitiful existence into His Story
Yet in futility my complaint poured on
here in my climate controlled 
galvanized iron wagon
Fatigue sets in 'round about Glendo
Their wispy yet stoic spirits jostled in canoes
where the North Platte carves through
Apparent apparitions seen in Guernsey
Dare I disturb the compacted hibernation
of Beartooth?
Or offer compensation 
for land violently extracted?
Upon returning south from 
my northern adventure
Traversing Montanan ice and snow
Tittilated by a big beige and white hawk
As he flew by window a while before
I had my inter axle differential enacted
N' sometime after a brief interaction
with a K-girl who embraced more than i did
the quiet native ways
I stood in front of the large rest area plaques
reading about the Battle of Dull Knife
Mixed emotions bubbled n' spewed
I felt somewhat comforted I had a sharp blade
a Kershaw trigger assist dangling from my hip
But the predominant etched deep 
in my soul made 
me ashamed to be just 'nother caucasian 
on his high horse trip
More hobbled n' lazy than fiery n' crazy
As the Lame Deer bus passed me by
appearing like a native's version
of a prison chain
Ironic I thought of Wyoming's motto 
"equal rights"
Pungent scent of the yarrow still wafted
on the wings of what the Spanish called
Las Brisas
In this region my self proclaimed Indio spirit
communed with The Crow-Arapho-
Lakota n' Shoshone-scattered skull and bone
West was won? by introducing the gun
Dousing it's inhabitants in pools of alcohol
Payment for blood splattered teepees burned
n' tattered-a paltry welfare check given
then driven to the far reaches of civilization 
Only other compensation capitalizing off
the white man's excesses n' gamblin'
Then watchin' from an outdated television
The rise and fall of his entertainment empire
imminent expire-Tinsel Town's deterioration.
11-8-2017 Duncan R.M. Ferguson

Copyright © Duncan R. M. Ferguson



Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Be the first to comment.