Native
Memories
The sounds of our people
The songs and the chants
The laughter of children
Echoed through our camps
So close to nature
The feel of the earth
The smell of wood smoke
Each day like a new birth
Sitting in circles
The way of our past
Trading stories of old
Time goes so fast
We learned from all creatures
All things were alive
Giving honor to all
To that we did strive
The knife and the club
The arrow and bow
The ways of our horses
These we did know
The sound of the wind
Whispering in tall grass
These are now echoes
Of a time long past
Those days long gone
A history almost lost
Memories have faded
At such a high cost
How I long for those days
As my time draws near
But I go with a song
I go without fear
Drums in the distance
Songs I can hear
The sounds of our people
So soft on my ear
Wrapped in fine robes
Mother Earth waiting near
The Creator is calling
My time finally here
Originally Posted On Site: 2009-05-28 03:02:28
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