A poem,A little Indian Boy updated on January the 21st. 2016
How he wished for the river to flow once more
A little Indian boy stood on the allotted reservation
Wondering what was out there
Beyond this dismal casino infestation
He thought about the stories his Grandfather tells of long ago
Of pride and dignity
Living free, and hunting with a bow
A culture rich in love
A Sun-God they worshiped up above
The water where they fished and played
Happy family time
When they kneeled and prayed
Now there is no river,just barren land to fill
With slot machines,roulette wheel and time to kill
How he wished for the river to flow once more
With fish and happy hunting on their homeland shore
As he thinks about all the good times Grampa talked about
He stopped thinking as he heard his Granpa shout
Are you ready to learn more of your proud ancestry tribe again?
How about another story of times past and how it all began?