To the sun, the earth and wind they prayed,
The golden grass, grew tall and swayed.
The Buffalo roamed and rivers roared,
Deer ran free, the eagles soared.
They lived a hard but simple life, how to
Survive by the arrow and knife.
They knew not the doom ahead, their healers
And dreamers spoke no dread.
The new man came from another land, they
Pushed and shoved with a mighty hand.
Many tears on the trail they shed, as bones
Of loved ones lay cold and dead.
Their old ways vanished before their eyes,
The wise brave chiefs, the warriors cries.
Now there’s nothing left to see, a few
Old relics and a fake teepe.
Now the legends live only in books,
The earth, the sun and wind spirits took.
Some remain brave and true, to pass on
The secrets to the young and new.
Though the sands of time blow no more,
The forgotten people’s spirit will soar.
This was one of my first poems, written about 20 yrs ago. I have written quite a few since then, had one or two published and also now dabble in writing love poems for that someone special and even wedding vows, etc. Hope to have ebook available for purchase soon and/or you can contact me about writing something special.