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| Their Indian Flag by � eaglespirits02 Some children asked the old Indian couple Why their Flag was flying in the wind when the wind was still She answered to their wondrous minds, "Our Flag is made from the blood, The souls and the stars That belongs to only our Indian people The Red stripes are for our Red skin, Our Red blood, The Red soil we lived on The white stripes are the snowflakes That fell on my many Ancestors That traveled down a trail they thought never ended The blue is the feeling they all felt When so many died along the way there The white stars are the symbols of the bright stars That watched over them all the way One bright star led our fallen Ancestors to Indian Heaven They seemed to have been the lucky ones cause they died No more breaks of their hearts The unlucky ones were watched by the remaining stars As they made it to the end of that trail The Flag flies with no wind at its back as far as your white eyes can see If you had the eyes of a Red man you wouldn't have had to ask Cause if you did, you could see the fallen Eagle Spirits, The Indian Spirits riding with the wind They're flying all around up there, flapping their wings So our Indian Flag will always fly with all the Glory It so deserves The reason it flies up in the clouds so far is so your white hands Can't touch it and take it away from us" Anne Leach |
