| Today Melody Jackson Today, I am more native than yesterday, I didn't hurry so fast, running from my past, I sat real still when I was alone, didn't have to call someone on the phone, listening to the silence until my head heard, my heart speaking to me.... And my heart spoke of purpose in my life, of seeking integrity in myself, of walking a solitary path of peace, seeking harmony instead of wealth, of seeing the strength in a prayer, sharing with my children the power there, of honoring everything that is alive, being one with nature, not strife.... On this journey I walk, my heart continues to talk, turning me into what I was born this day, for I am more Native than yesterday.... |
| Weed Paula Gunn Allen She stood, a weed tall in the sun She grew like that and went Over it again and again trying not to be tall Trying not to die in the drying sun The seeming turbulence of waiting The sun so yellow So still There was nothing else to do. It was like that In her day, and the sun who rose so bright So full of fire reminded her of that. It was the sun that did it; it was the rain She stood it all, and more: The water pounded from the high rock face Of the mesas that made her yard She knew where she was growing. Didn�t She know what sun will do, what happens to weeds When their growing time�s done? Didn�t she care? She got the sun into her, though. The fire. She drank the rain for fuel. She stood there in the day, growing, Trying to stand tall like a right weed would. The drying was part of it. The dying. Come from heat, the transformation Of fire. The rain helped because it understood Why she just stood there, growing, Tall in the heat and bright |
| Native American Poetry |
| Alone I Wondered Nitin Nargund Alone I wondered on the calm street with no goals to succeed and with no aim to meet The bright sun on the bright day pouring on me all its gay And the clouds followed me alone singing some romantic song The flowers smiling all around the road as besides them I strode The winds playing with the tree and the birds joined them chirping in glee And with them I wandered on the clam street with no goals to success and with no aim to meet |
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