I thought long and hard about what began with the letter “I” that I could use to talk about an aspect of myself with. I finally settled on “Indians”. More specifically Native American Indians. I have a lot of background in the culture and one side of my family tree is tied to a Native tribe. I’ve grown up studying their belief systems and I’ve been raised on their remedies.
Recently I wrote a poem about the obliteration of many of the tribes during the 1800’s for my degree. It’s one very close to my heart.
Their Last Standing Chief
When the land was still ours
Before greed overshadowed humanity
and slaughter became a game
We lived with our families
We held our heads high with pride
saturated with the knowledge of our ancient ways
Our wisdom was our power
nature was our magic
Robes of fur would warm our villages
and our remedies would cure all sickness
Our weapons were wood of the trees
and stone of the earth
Your weapons spouted fire
from metal that shone like the sun
And our strength, though mighty, was lost
and where we once stood tall, our bodies lay scattered
Our people may have fallen
but our Spirits can never be taken from us
Thoughts, musings, and ramblings... 