You Give Us

Oh Mother of Earth
on you we rely

Who cares for us
though you we try

When you break down
in rage we cry

Yet because of us
you live or die

–

Each year in Spring
is new life born

And with vibrant colors
the earth you adorn

When new green foliage
by trees are worn

 It’s not the Winter
for which we mourn

–

Oh Mother, oh Mother
of Earth in all

The Winter, the Spring
the Summer and Fall

You care for us
both great and small

The return be done
by us one and all!

Teresa Marie  1/15/12

Poetry Picnic Week 22: Spring, Colors, Trees, and New Lives

 

 

Our Mother

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Our

mother earth

says, “Cherish me!”

Teresa Marie  12/28/11 ©

The Native American Indian Lived

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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   ©