The soul of the sunset whispers my name
beckons me back, asserting my claim,
voices resound on the cool windless plains
for time that as been has far reaching strains.
To fly with the eagles, run with the deer
the rhythm of nature calls loud and clear,
to see with my heart instead of my eyes
and loosen the bind of my false disguise
I walk between worlds part red and part white
living in limbo I keen my just right,
raised from the red clay, nurtured from birth
heartbeats attuned to the beat of the earth.
Her breath in my lungs, her spark in my breast
I’m equal to anyone, this I attest,
I’ll run with the wind, live proud and free
this is my heritage bequeathed on me.
The blood of my people steeped in the sand
drowning our footprints from our native land,
no governing power can ever control
I am who I am, it’s etched on my soul.
A contest entry
- SPEAK TO ME FROM A NATIVE VOICE by Whispering Wind.
875 points, ended August 27, 2008, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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wow, this is something, i mean you did a great job on this my friend, keep it flowing and good luck in the contest
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Awesome!
I think this is my fav i have read so far, the opening stanza was just exquisite and then it just got better and better. You have penned spirit and devotion and the heritage runs so deep within your words, good luck in the contest
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This is just a beautiful piece you have penned. I also would like to fly like and Eagle and run like a deer. I'd like a deer for a pet. Good luck in the contest...Katie
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Very Awesome!
As I was reading this poem, I felt as though I was in the tall grasses on the plain and the wind was blowing as I held onto my blanket. My heart was filled with the love of the land and the pride of my people. Great write! I especially loved how the effect of the words you chose, took me there. Incredible! This stirred my soul. Thank you.
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On whole, I enjoyed reading this. The flow seemed a little off, but not too badly. My favorite stanza was the last one.
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Powerful Words of Truth,
littered with the ability to understand the heart and soul of a Native American. Yes its etched on our soul, forever, as we harken back to yesteryear. For we were the better socieities then and now.
Niaish for your entyr and Best of Luck
Silent Hawk
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Superb
Ah, the essence of this write speaks to me. Imagery, rhythm and rhyme are just fine. Thanks for sharing this one. -
I am who I am, it's etched on my soul. I love the imagery in the beginning parts, then you go in a bit heavy handed, I think, with the identity bit. The last line, however, is very strong and brings the poem to a powerful conclusion.
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Her breath in my lungs, her spark in my breast
I’m equal to anyone, this I attest,
I’ll run with the wind, live proud and free
this is my heritage bequeathed on me.
The blood of my people steeped in the sand
drowning our footprints from our native land,
no governing power can ever control
I am who I am, it’s etched on my soul.
extremely breathtaking. well done. good luck in your contest. -
BREATH TAKING
such words of truth flowing from your wonderful pen! You have penned the Native Soul and brought the true meaning forward for all to see...we are who we are! niaish for sharing with me and for entering
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