Open Poetry #6 |
Only Creator Knows |
Ladyhawk Junior Member
since 2000-04-08
Posts 18Brownsville, TN -USA- |
Snowshoe's gone, Buffalo roam on, when sweetgrass blows, only Creator knows our Spirit will be remembered. Through eyes of old, like leaves turning gold, leave no trace of winter's cold, our Spirit will be remembered. Our hearts you bury six feet below, clouds carry spirit where evergreens grow, our Spirit will be remembered. Snow capped peak is where journey ends, until tomorrow, goodbye my friends, spirit comes to rest beneath the good red road, for how long? Only creator knows |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
WOW...this is gorgeous..and so well written. I LOVE anything to do with the spirit and wisdom that comes from the native american's rich history. welcome to passions, so nice to meet you. take care, jm The stars shine so bright, now's the time I close my eyes - soft wind touch my face, Cool sand upon the place where I once kissed you And held you close. Now I will reach for the stars... Because Oh my love, that's where you are... Though the storms of black night rage on I still see your face I still feel your lips on mine And though my heart feels all alone without you I still hear you sing to me I still hear your voice on the sea... vertical horizon |
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Ladyhawk Junior Member
since 2000-04-08
Posts 18Brownsville, TN -USA- |
I love poems about the old ways and the spirit and ANYTHING to do with nature! Thank you, your poem was great! Ladyhawk |
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