Little Eagle McGowan

Mama I hope this letter finds you…

In the very best of health.

There ain't much good out here I do…

And even less I've felt


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If the reflection in the mirror wasn't smiling
While I was standing there and grinning like a fool
If my feelings always had more clarification
Then everything would be so much easier to do…
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Our Eucharist is the body of Christ, even tho' dead, again did rise
Our Saviour's flesh and His own blood
Our precious Lord is truly alive.
God's forgiveness for each repentant sinner,
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Look at that ole river run
Winding with the road
Like two old best friends through the years
And an eagle in the sun
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Chief Bigfoot stared and hung his head, in anger and despair
At his brother Sitting Bull cut down to die
Then ridin' like a wild wind with the warriors gathered there…
On to Pine Ridge where the eagle flies…
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My Spirit stepped into a vision at night,
The depths of canyon walls I walked
On the dry river bed and the last moonlight
Where little fish once used to talk
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There are veins of gold embedded
In the hearts of souls neglected
Who are oft times called and pitted
Against the fortunes of
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If there were any words to find
For what you mean to me my Mother
If there was a dollar for every time
That you loved me like no other
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On a highway past the east side of Reno
Bout passed out with a sign on his chest
Dad hollered 'man that's somebody I know '
Pulled over at nobody's behest
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They swarm like bees to the garden of wonder
Determined to find what their hearts have deplored.
Jamming their minds with earthshakin' thunder
Dancin' for rain they scorned long ago…
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O the wind and the waves that bore you
'Twas the spirit of the great sea.
Magnificent skies as big as were true
As far as your foreign eyes could see
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Has colour come yet?
To summer's face…
With the least regret
We again retrace
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Sweetheart the thought of you… never leaves me
Following me round every bend I turn
And though sometimes this world can be deceiving
You're my flame of truth that always burns
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See the light, comprehend
Read signs, make amends
Look at the mud my friend
You will be that, in the end
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I can still feel the restless Dakota wind
Fan the dusty plains and me
My lips dry till I reached that stream
Where Tully's cabin used to be
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It's Christmastime
Sowed the seeds to be afraid
At Christmastime
We banish right and get in the trade
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Their armies will not shout their old cries of freedom
Nor the oceans heave with the blood in their breasts
The voice in the wild wind with no words to lead 'em
Of the power they wielded they've been dispossessed.
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In the bosom of the fire is the mystery
At the heart of the mystery is a breath
The wind without knowledge or history
The life beyond length, breadth height or depth.
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See hearts, once reeling
… bright as the morning....
Now they sink like the sun...
Those who dared feeling
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Through the trees inside the darkness
Of the tender arms of night
A glowing fire gently burnished
His skin before the firelight.
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