Happy Hunting GroundsA Poem by Joshua Carl CruzTeepee Wheeeeeeeeeee!!!
My wife is an indian.
A chieftainess in resplendant headress. My naked, bedtime war priestess. The elusive buffalo to my Happy Hunting Grounds. Wakan Tanka! She guides my spirit. We are forever linked. From tree to fallen leaf, to the mountains strewn with flowers. Wakan Tanka! She is our Giver. Each others love forever flows from the mystic rivers to the infinite cosmos. She is my tribe. My native bride. My peyote fling. My wife is an indian even when I don't pretend her to be. © 2017 Joshua Carl CruzReviews
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1 Review Added on August 20, 2015 Last Updated on August 2, 2017 AuthorJoshua Carl CruzMexico City, D.F., MexicoAboutI've been working at figuring out what writing means to me. So far, it means just that, writing. A lot of it. more..Writing
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