Native Lament
Many long winters have passed
since I was a young brave.
My skills are now faded
with the light of my eyes.
In the great domain
of the Algonquin Tribes.
I hunted with my father
a wise and kind chief.
He taught me the love
of all the ways of the Great Spirit.
Who provides all we will ever need
to sustain our people.
The great buffalo
in their numbers too large to count
Would feed our people
until the end of all moon and stars.
Our ways were a gift of life
the ways of our lineage from start of days.
The newcomers took our land and our talk
The buffalo was wiped from the land
by their sticks of fire.
Their bodies left to rot in the sun.
What was the gift of Manitou they stole away.
The water in our rivers
is as poison from their waste.
The fish are sick and
cannot be eaten by our people.
What was our pride, they scorned.
Our children they took
to teach them new ways
Our blood they spilt
into the soil of our heritage.
Now we are imprisoned
on the land of our freedom.
I stay in my tipi old and frail
my face lined with many years.
I dream of a clear sky
an eagle flying to the mountain.
The herds of buffalo
thundering again on the plains.
To sit around the fire with the pipe again
telling the deeds of our forefathers.
No peace will ever rest my mind
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great write Jude congrats x
I applaud this piece..
This is a subject that can never be answered. How do you give back what you destroyed. This poem was written so that the reader would feel what the words carried. I enjoyed what you wrote! Anthony
A beautiful story well told Jude, congratulations on your win :)
Congrats Jude :)
Congratulations!!! ♥
Beautiful piece Judi, congratulations
and best wishes Jai :)
very good an insite to another world people live in and how things happen, lovely written beutiful words
Jude-
Congratulations!!! A GREAT poem!!!!!! Loved It!!!
Happy New Year!
Nancy
Love it!
Dear Jude,
as you may know, in my land of Scotland, a person's 'Tribe' is his/her Clan...your words will certainly touch many Souls (wherever the origin)...as a Scot, you do speak to mine and that of my people.
Some years ago, a venerable 'brother' of yours toured our part of Scotland; his speaking won the hearts of his listeners, and I was obliged to hear reports of his speaking from friends and relatives - leaving us all in awe and awash with respect and empathy! Many thanks, as we felt related and greatly complimented.
In our land, we are most fortunate, as we have the Democracy which allows us to decide on the state of our own standing: Independence or remain as we are, as part of Britain. Not a negative division, simply a rearrangement of what has been the United Kingdom, for which many have fraught and died for (including members of my family) - not forgetting our wonderful international friends! I pray that history will be guided more by we common people, rather than 'high-brow' leaders! (We'll still salute our Royals).
I wish forgiveness for my 'polit-speak' and to give thanks for your Poem,
Ewen
Didactic touch with such a keen appropriate device that could affects on the mind of an integrated soul promptly. Congratulations!!!