Thes poems are words from my heart about my people, a way of life. Guided by the Wind spirit and love....SingingDove
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I hear the wind spirit,
Directing me to give care.28 lines, 4 comments, on Feb 12 9:07 AM 2006. In Personal -
I saw the tribal nation from long ago,
Climbing the pure white stairs.40 lines, 8 comments, on Feb 27 11:57 AM 2006. In Personal -
Never using a whip nor a paddle,
Upon his body I sat in a straddle. -
Upon this mountain top cold / Where air is crisp and bold / Sunshine hues beaming gold / Driving away the foggy mist. / Surely; mighty ea
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Free food for you all In the beautiful lake of blue2 lines, 4 comments, on Jul 31 9:27 PM 2007. In Thoughts
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Manitoo, Manitoo wame masugkenuk Manitoo
Ken-nootah! Nunnepoh anaquabean Manitoo. -
Reaching this pinnacle of beauty
escaping worlds below. -
Inhale the apricot sunset
as shafts of light burst -
Mystical waves stir nature's breeze. Inhaling purity; basking tropical sun
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grandfather wolf why do you seek
shelter from winters ivory sky? -
Wind Spirit, timber wolves / have harnessed the sienna gale. / Their eyes have reflections / of all the stars and life’s dire trails. / My people traveled seasonal / yet to others tribes just roamed. / Rich g
