* Native Land *

                        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  .

Author's Notes/Comments: 

  this poem is about
a woman that misses
  her indian family
And her life of trasition
that she would love to
see and one day relive
again into the future .

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rebelprincess's picture

This poem brings me straight to my roots!


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salphire5's picture

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.

richardt's picture

Wonerful imagery. I really like imagery. ML Richard T.