The eagles
soar the grey and blue
skies all day
Three bear & Lone Wolf get his
crew to go fishing & swiming and
building new tools for a success full hunt
this is where weaving baskets together
by hand comes to us young women as a second
build in skill pass down from generation to generation
where a chief teaches his daughter the royal way
where cermonys and spirtual dances
are use to celebrate future events
and show our respects to fallen fathers
as we dance around a bush of blazing
fire into the moonlight all nite
were bead work is orginally done
and woren and smybolished with
deep honor and great pride to be alive
dream catchers are made to get rid of bad dreams
where woman and children protect the camp
and sew quilts for there familys to stay warm in
i miss laying on the cool flowerbeds of
grass & flowers watching the storm clouds go by
as the sunsets into the west and the
solar stars shine & looking down upon us
I miss my whole indian family, welcoming me home
to were the coyotes are not afraid to howl at the moon .
Written By GT May 23 , 2005 Written at 12:00 pm .
This poem brings me straight to my roots!
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Your/The woman's thoughts and longings come through strongly in this poem. You have set the scene beautifully. I can see it all. Nice work, Gail.
Wonerful imagery. I really like imagery. ML Richard T.