My home hides amoungst the mountains
Countless walls that reach four thousand feet
And each of them has a tale to tell
Fifty miles to the west is the ocean
Where my people traveled by foot to fish
And created boats to travel while there
Fifty miles to the east is desert
Where one man came out of the mountain
With four men who never made it here
And he became the strongest, and he
Became my people
Fifty miles to the south is land we once roamed
Where now a fence runs four hundred miles
And seperates our families still
And from that fence, I walk
And roam the lands of my past
Where my anscestors lived off the land
And remember
They grinded food on rocks
Where the imprint is still present
From those rocks and willow tree's
Created an bow to hunt
And arrow to pierce their pray
The baskets they created were so strong
They could withhold water, if there were not pots made
They created one foot nets of a fiber
That could with hold a hundred pounds with ease
And learned to create perfect pottery
From flames they also created on their own.
And all these things are slowly fading
From our mountains and from our minds.
And this is where I'm from
Amoungst the countless walls
The mountains that reach four thousand feet
And each of them has a tale to tell
Mine is next.
Author notes
My home is on a reservation, of coarse there's a lot of history to it. So it's only nature it would come out when I speak of home. But I hope you enjoyed it.
A contest entry
- Where is Your Home? by Cinnarry.
1750 points, ended October 24, 2007, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - 35th Contest by Tarja.
475 points, ended October 19, 2007, 3 entries
Silver trophy winner
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okee brother nation. Beautifully spiritual
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Congratulations!
very nice! "pray" should be "prey", but other than that it was a WONDERFUL poem. Congratulations again!
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I love it! You wrote this with so much passion and admiration in your heart. The imagery was just divine! I have been to a few reservations but I have a close friend who grew up on one and because of her experience around the Native Americans she learned to embrace the culture and nature. I have always wanted to spend time in a place like this. Wonderful job. Good luck in the contest.
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Very well done. Nothing stays the same. Our earth and life are always changing. Like I know my grandfather is Native America proving it is not easy.I know it in my genes when I read about the Indian culture. Something in it I find peace. I love the Indian drums songs. They feel like home. I still am searching for my Grandfather it been a tough road. I love this write. I too feel that away.There still a part of me who wants to know. I love the write.History is a good thing to have. Thank you for reading my work and for your lovely comments.
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