Child of the distant future
Hear my words from long ago
From the past of forgotten people
Whose heart you need to know
Many things have been lost
In the silent river of time
As we vanished from the memories
Lost and forgotten leaving no sign
We still walk within you now
In the shadows that you cast
We are like the eternal black hills
Our souls and dreams will still last
Remember you are sums of souls
Mirror images of the tribe
Even if you cannot remember
The likeness cannot hide
So walk again with a warriors pride
Both the man and woman too
For the soul of the tribe
Rest in your heart its true
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
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Comments
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terrific
this is an excellent poem. Keep up the Great Work.
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In Just A Few
short cuplets, you have woven powerful truths. The soul of the tribe does rest in our heart. Niaish for sharing this offering.
Silent Hawk
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Well spoken fine tribesman!
Aye, the voice of the tribe floats on the river's flow and echoes on the mountains. 
We hear the call of the braves as they ride the thunder. 
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AWESOME
For within our hearts does lie, the truth of who we truly are...though lost in the silence of the river of time, it shall always be apart of who we are...I feel the drum beat within your words and I find a peace
niaish my friend for sharing this with me and for entering
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