Within the night she spreads her wings,
the fair Indian maiden such visions bring.
Leaving ones body and drift the soul is free,
in a land of sorrow she no longer wants to be.
Eyes of gold and wings spread wide,
lost to the world of her ancestors she flies.
The rumble in the skies are the warriors of times past,
a time where the Indian's watch to regain their grounds at last.
Prayer's heard in their whispers through her wings and know,
soon they shall be truly rejoined all will be coming home.
A time when the earth shall tremble and the skies shall turn red,
it's a time of rebirth they shall adorn feathers upon their heads.
Songs will be heard through the drums of a lost time,
songs will be chanted and bring their people back to life.
A healing of the land by the moonwhisperers as they take a stand,
where the people for the land returns and reclaims their land .
They wait in silence only they hear the beat today,
Longing for their return live with the land for as one they stay.
They pray to their God and give thanks to all they receive,
the sunset blood red hear the rumble I will know they are free.
Author notes
Who looks upon the Indian ans see they to this day have not been releaved to live free pray .So wronged they were and yet our ancestors were to blame for a nation so taken by the greed and thoughts from those who felt they were only right I cry for it was so wrong and we shall feel one day when the hand of God comes down on us in the same way.
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Comments
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nice poem i enjoyed the read
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That was really well written and beautiful. Just a bit of detail can capture ones eye. Great poem
Best of luck in your contest!
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This was obviously a heartfelt and well-thought poem. My favorite part is the second stanza:
Eyes of gold and wings spread wide,
lost to the world of her ancestors she flies.
The rumble in the skies are the warriors of times past,
a time where the Indian's watch to regain their grounds at last.
I love all the cultural references: golden eyes, wings spread wide, ancestors, warriors. It is really beautiful. -
This is absolutely stunning.
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