Close to the Earth ( a poem of inspiration)

The Native Red Man still watches over the wild...his spirit remains to be a part of all things in nature as their protector...
The Native Red Man still watches over the wild...his spirit remains to be a part of all things in nature as their protector...
The once pure, the pristeen...
The once pure, the pristeen...
A once lush forest and where  beautiful wild creatures flourished...
A once lush forest and where beautiful wild creatures flourished...
Wild turkey were in great abundance...
Wild turkey were in great abundance...
The land was unmolested and free of waste...
The land was unmolested and free of waste...
Wild ducks flew freely in wide open spaces...
Wild ducks flew freely in wide open spaces...
There once was a free spirit in the wilds...
There once was a free spirit in the wilds...
The red fox roamed the countryside without fear...
The red fox roamed the countryside without fear...
There was a safe rest for all wild creatures...
There was a safe rest for all wild creatures...
Wild creatures flourished in great numbers without polluted waters or skies...
Wild creatures flourished in great numbers without polluted waters or skies...


All tribes much closer to the earth, those precious soils of their birth,

Were these, all the finest Native Peoples of great northern lands.

Each having a respect for all life, and this so learned in their strife,

Their worship of the Great Father, in their strongly gathered bands.


All the animal life that were then taken, were never to be forsaken,

Everyone, a creature, to be honored and each one to well revere.

All so depended on the wild, each man, every woman and child,

As a lively hood and finest way of a chosen life, this was sincere.


They sought not a thing, nor from any, in this great land of such plenty,

Their most simple ways of life, and its real meaning to so prevail.

Each sister, and their red brother, so loved and adored one another,

Preserved the esteemed countryside. and theirs never to ever fail.


Tallest trees of the forest, the clean waters, all then did so flourish,

All in nature was provided, theirs like-minded, and were never divided.

Led by the wisest chiefs, and grandest leaders, the few to admonish,

As tribal gatherings were then held, and then their well beings decided.


When the White Man did come, their worries so stirred every drum,

Were frightening, as it seemed were all takers and never to give.

They chopped down tall trees, killed wild creatures, with much ease,

Never to respect or share, destroyed without care, in how they did live.


The White Man did attack, the Red Man, in his tribes, all fought back,

Much larger in their numbers, these strange new people did all appear.

The buffalo, dwindled, their herds, disassembled, the bodies lay stacked,

A new sickness swept over the land, theirs not to understand, in great fear.


There were terrible battles then fought, that White men had so wrought,

Many Native tribes soon were slain and to lay scattered across the plain.

The blue soldiers were very strong, and in the harsh seasons, very long,

Ruling the Red Man and enforced their wills upon him, through much pain.


The once mighty and honorable Red Man was forced to move his families,

Though struggling mightily, to march in the great sorrow, the Trail of Tears.

Their honor, finest spirit, never to fail them, Native People moved westward,

The lands, called Oklahoma, were now their new homes, and for many years.


Some tribes fled to high mountains, others to deep woods and swamplands,

Were able to sustain a better way of life and lived in honor, won once again.

The red man's grandest spirit remains, across greening forests and wide plains,

His heart and soul, there manifested, in his journey tested, his strength ingrained.





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The Native American's spirits still remain to watch over the forests and plains...
The Native American's spirits still remain to watch over the forests and plains...

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annasmom 13 months ago

Migwetch!!!


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pstraubie48 13 months ago from sunny Florida

My heart aches when I think of the time when our Native American brothers and sisters were treated so badly and the natural resources devastated...not to say that is still not happening.

Poignantly clear whonu....

Thank you for sharing this important message ....

Angels are on the way today ps


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Ericdierker 13 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

A fine poem of a fine peoples, I am so fortunate to have called so many brothers.


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Reynold Jay 13 months ago from Saginaw, Michigan

You inspired this reader. A wonderful tribute and loved the art as well.


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whonunuwho 13 months ago from United States Author

annasmom, thank you as well my friend. Your expression here is greatly appreciated. I have Creek and Cherokee ancestors who would approve of the words here written. whonu


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whonunuwho 13 months ago from United States Author

My thanks to pstraubie , Eric and Reynold Jay for your empathy and kind understanding. Blessings on this fine Fall morning. whonu


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Reynold Jay 13 months ago from Saginaw, Michigan

I Agree with Eric on the Indians, so much so that two of my books are devoted to it, Buffalo Bill and the Pony Express and Buffalo Bill and the Indians. Books will be released next month at Amazon and in Pre-order phase now. In it Tammy attempts to keep the Indians from extinction in an alternate universe gone horribly wrong. In my research I discovered many frightening facts. For all of us we are born into a society that we have no control over and most of us accept "what is" with little thought of what went before. In the final analysis our society did fairly well and instead of exterminating all of them, we did give them a place to live. An unfortunate part of it is that somewhere around 97% died from Smallpox. We could have done MUCH better.


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Missy Smith 13 months ago from Florida

Hey Whonu,

I too, am Cherokee. My great-grandmother was full blooded actually. I didn't know her well, but knew she kept her Indian spirit alive even in the white world she had to live. When she was dying, my dad said she was going back to her days of living on her reservation. They had to watch her closely as she would do her Indian rituals and even built a fire in the middle of the house.

I feel really sad about how the white man took over their lands. Your poem depicts that so well. It also tells the story of a beautiful land that once was.

Have you ever watched the movie, "The Last of the Dogmen?" That movie almost gave you hope that there were tribes still hiding out after all these years and living their normal Indian lives.

This is really a good poem! :)


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whonunuwho 13 months ago from United States Author

Hello Missy my friend. Bless you on this fine Autumn day and your ancestors as well. thanks for stopping by. whonu


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bravewarrior 13 months ago from Central Florida

My Cherokee blood screams. My White Man's blood is ashamed. Greed and hatred has done such damage. Not only to the human spirit, but to the landscape and all creatures that depend on it.

Excellent message, whonu. If only we could undo the damage and pain....


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whonunuwho 13 months ago from United States Author

Yes my friend and it is up to us who remain to tell others and take appropriate steps for our future in order to survive. whonu


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whonunuwho 13 months ago from United States Author

The message that we need to learn from our mistakes and treat others with deserved respect is sent to all who may receive it, with umble and bowed heads for all the pain and suffering. Thank you for your kind words my friend. whonu


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aviannovice 12 months ago from Stillwater, OK

All those wonderful, proud people are still suffering for what the Europeans have wrought. Even to this day, there is no respect for others. We have lost many native species of animal, as well as many plants due to disrespect. This was a very good piece, and one day, I truly hope that the Native American will live proudly once more, without being taken advantage of.


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whonunuwho 12 months ago from United States Author

There is no way to undo the wrongs. Only in hopes that our profound sorrow and respect will one day receive forgiveness for the terrible wrongs. Thank you for your support. whonu


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lawrence01 12 months ago from Hamilton, New Zealand

Very powerful. Here in NZ the history was much the same except that the local population taught the white man that if he wanted to stay then he would have to honor the treaties he signed!

Lawrence


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whonunuwho 12 months ago from United States Author

Thank you lawrence and blessings to you on this chilly Fall evening. whonu

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