Forgive Us, Oh Ancestors, of This Once Beautiful Land

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Forgive us now, oh our ancestors,

red men, all so proud,

Shout from the highest hills,

of your anger, and do it loud.




Who allowed this wastefullness,

this misery now to be,

The earth, once so beautiful,

as far as the eye could see.




No hum of bees and birds to fly,

that filled the air in song,

Great trees, so tall to give all shade,

are gone, and is so wrong.




Wide oceans deep, the fishes home,

no longer safe from harm,

A missed sweet breath of a windswept plain,

and no rain, in our alarm.




Great smoking stacks foul the air,

was once so pure and clean,

No buffalo to roam the lands,

where the bear and wolf were seen.




The earth to nourish each so well,

now spoiled, and waste, all strewn,

Would our maker like these acts,

to be so generous, if He'd known?




Our humble request to you we make,

this dishonor we all regret,

Please forgive us now of this mistake,

although, all you can't forget.




Our stewardship has been, but lost,

and we must regain your trust,

Ours to set the record straight,

and before our returning to the dust.




Great Muscogee, the Cherokee,

Chickasaw, Apache, and Algonquin,

Native tribes of all this land,

their grand country they tried to defend,




Taken from them and in such haste,

to be scattered by the wind,

To you all honor and the most respect,

so heartfelt, from us we send.




We must preserve the earth, all of its kind,

to defend the mild and meek,

Dedicate our lives to care for our world,

Our spiritual good, to seek.




Our palette to lay before us now,

What colors shall we spread,

the tones of spring time, a renewal,

Or, is it Winter's blast, instead?






The rose of hope.





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billybuc 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

Love the poem, love the paintings, love the pictures. This is a beautiful piece of work, a work of love, concern and sadness.


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whonunuwho 4 years ago from United States Author

Thanks. I have ancestors in the Creek and Cherokee Native Americans tribes. I wonder what they would think, had many still been alive to see what is left today.


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Patty Kenyon 4 years ago from Ledyard, Connecticut

This poem is Beautifully Written!!!!


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tobusiness 4 years ago from Bedfordshire, U.K

Not sure which I enjoyed more, the words or the sublime images. Simply fabulous.


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whonunuwho 4 years ago from United States Author

It is a time of renewal, not one of regrets and sadness that we all should seek. It is time now for us to rise and strive for the goodness that life has in store for us all.

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