Close to the Earth ( a poem of inspiration)

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.

all rights reserved and under copyright 2015