Pilgrims aboard the Mayflower
As sails made the most of the breeze
Longed to make home in a brave new land
Enduring the most vicious seas
Finally, anchored they ‘trod’ Plymouth rock
And not one was in a bikini
Conflict with locals would rage on and on
Eventually there would be Chablis
The Lone Ranger and Tonto
For years two loyal friends
Riding the range together
Fighting for justice's ends.
Kimo Sabe and his side kick
A Masked Man on his White Horse
And faithfully following along
That Brave Tonto of course.
Dead Mans Prairie
Not a branch of cover in sight
Three hundred hostile Redskins
Had crept up during the night.
You could hear their War cries
As they danced just out of range
Then came a sudden silence
Eerie, frightening and strange.
The odds were overwhelming
Chance of survival nil
The Lone Ranger sighed
Accepting the bitter pill.
This is it old companion
We've no chance if they attack.
But Old Tonto wasn't listening
He was on his horse's back
Heading for the tribes
In a survival race
Yelling over his shoulder
Who you talking to, Paleface.
Red blood was shed as their land was taken
Red graves lie unmarked behind shuttered schools
Treaties flouted through Parliament's rules
With redskins confined to reservation
Red songs unsung and red tongues forgotten
Tear off the scab of self denial
Beneath the skin all our blood is red
Together mourn unforgotten dead
Canada's past is now on trial
Time to reright the Indian File.
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It's Canada Day here tomorrow but like many I find myself dwelling on the darker aspects of our history.
Form - Sonnetina Cinque http://thepoetsgarret.com/2010Challenge/form7.html
They play their home games
in the nation's capital.
The team has no name.
They were the "Redskins".
For Native Americans,
the team dropped their moniker.
Indians, Chiefs, Braves, Warriors, Redskins and Vikings!
Seems the politically correct crowd is upset with such things!
They're disturbed that sports teams bearing such names are a disgrace,
And that they humiliate and debase the dignity of folks of any given race!
It just so happens that with the PC crowd I have a little beef!
I'm a CHIEF Master Sergeant and Once a CHIEF - Always a CHIEF!
I earned a most worthy title that seems to irritate that pitiful crowd;
Try to take it away from me if you dare, but I'm not so easily cowed!
Robert L. Hinshaw, Chief Master Sergeant, USAF, Retired
The Washington Sunburns can't play
With COVID-19 in the way
But those in the pink
May go to the clink
If God's little children hold sway!
Half-Eleven Form Contest/Nina Parmenter
THE ETOWAH INDIANS
The Etowah indians, tribe of redskins,
trading their buckskins.
Mississippian mounds base of temple grounds —
history astounds.
Spaniards kick dust, sitting high on each horse,
with winds changing course.
Silver helmets and harquebuses - tribe stared —
the thunderclap scared!
The Etowah Indians tribe of redskins
leave Georgia with wins
and young “bucks” with grins.
10/28/2018
harquebus - type of gun that sounded like thunder
young buck - a young person, child
Gold lust and blood lust;
Force Natives on a land of dust.
Jackson said the Cherokee must go;
So he drove them out in the cold and snow.
There is gold found on their lands;
Enough for only the white man.
Make them walk a Trail of Tears;
Strike in them some Godly fears.
Starve them out and burn their homes;
No peace for them until their gone.
White man's greed must be fed;
Kill the Indians until their all dead.
Call them redskins, savages, and squaw;
Leave none standing, they all must fall.
Tell them that this is of their own accord;
And that they should be thankful to our Lord.
By: Darlene Doll Smith ~ Cherokee
A young man in overalls
remarked to me:
"How 'bout them Redskins?"
I couldn't think of anything
worthwhile to say, so
I refrained from speaking.
With the collapse of your cleats
A city's spirit rallies behind you
The heart of a champion beats
You brought pride and hope too
We needed you more than you know
Pay no attention to the news
You're a firefly with a glow
Like gravity drawn to your moves
Focused forward and beaming bright
A wink of the future you will achieve
Lead the way, shine your light
The team is entrusted, We believe
Dedicated to RG3
Quarterback of my Washington Redskins
OLDEN TIME CHASE
Hear them shout!
Voices carried on olden winds
Young faces peering round trees
Round the corner of old houses
Seen through a scrim clouding memory
Oh there are Redskins!
There are bandits!
Guns whittled out of orange crates
Horses fashioned up from movie image
Hear them whinny
Alive through the mouths of children
Kids focused ‘neath a giant cottonwood
Near the alley on a vacant lot
Not a lot really
But a dusty stage for many exciting plots
Hear them shout!
How the horses stir the dust
How the Indians whoop!
I hear the summer chase
On sunny days
When there’s not a thing to do
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