Native

From the Isle of Westhay
to the mouth
of good old River Brue ..
And standing
...

The spirit wind, like a dreamcatcher 𖧶

It whispers in the sacred wind

A...

Across the plains, the drums beat low

Teepees silhouetted against the setting sun...

In whispers of the night

Moonlight and stars weave together in flight

A...

A burning sky painted with blood

The drums of war and battle ring out on the Plains...

In the heart of the Great Plains

Where buffalo roam the prairie grass

Their...

I love
wild garlic time
of year ..
I love the taste
and smell of it ..
...

In the twilight forest
spitting amongst the trees
a prowling spirit
through the...

Green grasses in valleys surround a path
A path to running waters over fossils of life
Past...

The trees stand tall on the other side
Where rivers wind through valleys blind
Hidden by the...

The tail of a red fox scurries behind a giant pin oak tree
The hills are alive with the sound of...

Stripped bare brown and sparse stood the deciduous tree

And there it was betwixt the woodlands for...

As
I explore
the last frontier
I begin
to realize
the
ink
...

Let me take you to a place you have never been
Where the world is not of judgement of the native...

Fighting for land on the earths bounty
The deaths shadow of blood shed the perfume of decayed scent...

Dance shadow dance upon the mirror of the silver river
Sing shadow sing a goodnight lullaby of...

Broken chunks of rock, cracks and lines in the brittle earth
Like a map drawn out on its surface...