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Long ago the Native American
lived as a proud Indian
Earth was their Mother
wildlife were sister or brother
Great Spirit in the sky
Father to which they cry
As round the fire they prance
performing their rituals in dance
To beating of a drum
were the chants they’d hum
Understanding the true enormity
of living life in harmony
Together a tribe would band
to care for their land
Grateful for Mother’s yield
from wildlife to field
They lived not in haste
and nothing went to waste
And ‘twould yet be so
if white man didn’t show
Up on their shores
while carrying diseased spores
To spread across the land
and massive lives demand
That once it was begun
the Native Americans were overrun
As no warnings we’d heed
they became a dying breed
With the land in devastation
forced to live in alienation
In the place that did belong
to the Native Indians all along!
Teresa Marie 12/13/11 ©
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