The eagle soars in the sky as the
warrior below prepares to die with only
a knife in his hand he goes into battle
to protect his land.
One against many he has no chance
but he prepares him self with a traditional dance
he prays to the spirit world to guide him through.
But he feels the pain as the knife goes
deep into his chest, his eyes closes slowly
as he falls to the ground.
The eagle soaring above in the sky
waiting for his spirit as the warrior
begins to die.
The eagle screaming to the spirits
as the warrior dies he looks above and
sees the eagle soaring in the sky.
At that moment the spirit leaves the
indian warrior, his body dies now the indians
spirit is carried through the sky now
he enters the spirit world,never to die...
what an absolutely beautiful piece!
i love this
poem it
takes me
back to
my native
american roots :*)
great work on this Mr Ron
Wow...I love Indians and have a kindred spirit with them that goes way back and my mom's last name means Eagle and she has cancer and is a survivor and keeps on keepin on but this poem really speaks to me, keep writing word man....Pam
beautiful,I will print this and send to my friend Elaine in Ticonderoga she is American Indian. Just beautiful!