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Night Of Shining Moon.
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Night Of Shining Moon. |
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Anniepimm Senior Member
since 2008-12-26
Posts 550England 
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Night Of Shining Moon. The sun is shining As my mother gathers the fruit Father tends the horses As my brother digs for roots, It's time to gather the harvest The cold wind has turned it's hand We no longer follow the buffalo We can not roam the land, This was totally lost to us We have to wear a brand We have lost everything At Custer's very last stand, Now all the great nations Have moved and gone We search for a home But we find there is none, The colors have faded from my father's face He no longer paints them on Grandfather says we are dieing All the native traditions have gone, My father sits alone Reflecting life around the fire Mother sits weaving her blanket Dreaming of her hopes and desires, Grandfather prays to spirit Please bring a fresh new day Grandmother never recovered From the sound the thunder sticks made, Grandmother now lies with the spirits We sent her tired soul home Grandfather will soon be with her Then he will no longer be alone, My name is, "Night Of Shining Moon" And i do not understand How humans could kill one another For the sake of a piece of land, Mother says! i am the future I hold the power of rebirth To make our nation strong again To roam upon this earth, Annie. 6-8-2008 |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
This held me spellbound right the way through. Very, very sad though. Owl |
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Anniepimm Senior Member
since 2008-12-26
Posts 550England |
Thank you Owl i am glad you liked it..  |
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