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My Special Place

I have found a mystical place. Where I sit among the stars and moon, walk with bears, panthers, and wolves. And talk with hawks and eagles. Feathers come to join us from time to time, and we are visited by gentle owls. We have Kb's and Cb's and falling leaves with smiles on their faces. There is a mist which brightens the day, and a stillwater that runs, and a foot that is loose. This place is not a dream, but dreams do come to play. It is a place I call home, where people from all tribes are welcome.

I KNOW that I am Indian ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There are things in life to ponder questions we must ask~ But one thing I know is true I am Indian at last ~~~~ When I hear winds blowing around all earthly things And "hear" unheard voices As all creation sings ~~~~ I dare not question my connection with the dusty plains I feel the strength of Indian blood flowing through my veins. ~~~~ When I hear the drums beat steady and view the eyes of pain resulting from the going through of many years of shame ~~~~ I dare not question my connection with those gone on before me I feel their saddness and their grief I am Indian, don't you see? ~~~~ When I see the courage now of those who walk this road The strong committment to the cause the willingness to carry this load ~~~~ I dare not question my connection to the heart beats of native-kin I feel their strength, our spirits fly Together we will win ~~~~ The thing that touches me the most are the faces of the children Brown skin, black hair, you can tell that THEY are Indian ~~~~ They question not the blood lines They question what it means, to be native in this world and face struggles yet unseen ~~~~ We must tell them everything They must be told it all To be native, means Creator "made" so my child "Stand tall!!" ~~~~ I dare not question my connection to forces all around Safe, secure, determined now I AM INDIAN, and I am found!

From The Wolves

From out of the darkness
I have come.
Under the moonlight,
I shall run.
From out of the mist,
I will appear.
The Hunter the Hunted,
why am I feared?

For I am one,
one with the wind.
They have destroyed,
my homeland.
And have killed my kin.

For I am left with nothing,
I stand-alone.
Amongst this great wilderness,
which once was my home.

For the beauty of this land,
will never be the same.
For all is lost,
and nothing remains.
Except for the lost, agony, and pain.
For mankind is one,
the only one to blame.