Spirit Of The Native

April 27, 2009
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(A Haiku of Our Native American Past)

Trees Tell Of A Race
Who Once Rode With The Sun

Lay Now In The Ground

Winds Whisper To Me
Telling Of The Season's Past

Leaving Me Thinking

Full Moon Leads The Way
Giving Pale Killers A Boost

Before Death Strikes

Stars Beam With Bright Life
While Tribe Below Stays Silent

A Chill Fills The Air

Montezuma Sighs!
His City In Ruins Lie

All Passing With Time!

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