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native american, a culture and society that transcends, and includes irishmen, and you

 

  

these are the words of a seeker of light

a believer in the knowledge of old

through our fathers we reach a new height

from their lives, and the stories they've told

we must never forget, or sunder the ties

that binds us all to our past

for that is where our virtue lies

honoring them, our Nations will last

the river is calling out to be free

and the sky, is where it's spirit will fly

now, i hear the gentle voice of the tree

gathering the winds, as they go by

the fish in the river frolic with the bait

as our men on the bank strive to catch some

they seldom see them, yet still they wait

landing a few, whose time has come

the dog is silent, and watching for now

the beaver is home dry, and resting

we could be as free, if we knew how

to ride lifes wave to its' cresting

there are birds on the water, and some overhead

they float, or soar, with the ease of belonging

each content to live where God has led

feeling no sense of lacking, or longing

deer come down to the shallows to drink

then return, to lay again in the shade

they have no reason for fear, they think

knowing somehow, our meals are all made

i look to my poeple, and see reflections of me

listen to the shouts, of the children at their game

i am at peace, and the spirits agree

this land and our TREASURE, are one and the same

we've cars now, and jobs for the taking

and fierce pride in anscestors long gone

ours is a "new" life, of our own making

and our Fathers are still with us, as we go on

living this life that we love

with peace, and harmony in the sharing

looking always to God above

for He is "Creator", alive, and still caring

as long as our Mother, this land, is still somewhere

and Wakan Tonka (?) lives in my heart

then where i am,  He is there

nobility, honor, pow'r and love cannot part

all this concrete, these people, so different from me

that surrounds, and closes off my horizons

all the baubles, light, shadows, trinkets, and wares that i see

can't seperate me from  the Wise Ones

they are only proof that i'm free

and i can still go home

Author's Note

we, at this moment in time, ought to all consider ourselves Native Americans, and share values that need to continue. the Great Spirit, is God, country, and us