Monday, November 3, 2008

From Little White Dove - Claire Jackson

From Little White Dove

The Great Spirit, whose voice echoes
in the wind around me, shows me
the lessons of my people
written in the leaves and rocks.
I remember tired warriors crossing over
the hill with grim victory:
the battle won, but the war being lost.
The grass was stained red for two moons.
They say men with pale faces are coming
to take Mother Earth from us
and destroy our people.
But our arrows are steadfast and strong.
This earth will forever be ours.

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