Native

Reservation is what it is called, we found ourselves in a place we did not choose
Though we did not...

Two Forks said that he had no satelite TV,
although he couldn't complain about the new Chevvy,...

Speak to me in your own languish
For I want to know you for what you are
Not made up to make...

Mists like the tendrils of time
Hung suspended in the evening air
Around the grove of ancient...

They where hunter gatherers at one with the land, They thanked mother earth with song and dance,...

Save our Koala

Cuddly little teddy bears
Munching on some leaves
Camouflaged in...

I asked why she listens
to the silence
to help the madness stay

Now I listen
...

From the moment I let out my first cry
I knew my origin and my purpose
On this cruel earth...

Little Copper Joe was an Indian boy
With his feathered headdress
& his tomahawk toy...

Rabbie Burns nicht is upon us
With Haggis, neeps & tattie
Pipers playing Auld...

A slave to the combined voices of the two spirits. It introduces into the space what nature decided for...

We need to find our
Native, spirit self
And learn to heal
This earth and ourselves...

A living breathing thing, I guess, that is what, I be, though when the temperature freezes
There is...

I walk through the ancient forest
with visions from long ago
A time when the natives roamed...

My heart is pounding, like the rush of buffalo hooves across the wide pastures
I can hear your words...

POEM 46 MY TIME

MY DAYS ARE NOT CROWDED AND

MY HOURS ARE VERY MANY THERE

IS SO...

Threads sewn so very tightly, to make a quilt, to tell a story, the colors blended from dried powders,...