Untamed Spirit

This is another poem I wrote for my best friend who is Native-American. He absolutely loves it and has it in his blog on his Myspace. He and his wife have alot of beautiful Native American graphics on their pages. If you would like to see his, go to www.m

 

 

UNTAMED SPIRIT

With hair black as a raven’s wings,

his eyes are the windows to his spirit within.

 

His skin is that of the mightiest bronze,

colored by the powerful face of the sun.

 

He attacks his enemies with the fierceness of a bear,

his feet moving swiftly, like the flight of an eagle.

 

He calls upon the voices of the mountains to guide him,

as he protects his loved ones from danger with the strength of a wolf.

 

He watches, he waits;

he is bold, he is brave, he is fearless.

 

He fights to the end, knowing the spirits will reward him;

his weapons are ready at a moment’s notice.

 

No one would dare harm those he loves,

for he is a true warrior.

 

 

*Dedicated to my dear friend, James Moses, who is Native-American. Thank you for believing in me.

Author's Note

I love anything Native American.