Brave Young Indian Brave Poem by Dorsey Baker
Brave Young Indian Brave
brave young Indian brave
got big Buffalo and a piece of land got big buffalo
and a piece of land
going to walk out and
take a stand
mother nature and father time
they lend you a helping hand
darkness slowly creeps
and when night comes
that is when
morning sleeps
brave young Indian brave
here is where you want to
live and die
a place down to earth
where no eagle is
afraid to fly
I hear your voice it echoes loud
way up high
somewhere
beyond the sky
3) Too sadly enough they are killed and murdered by white people while defending their own country, because they were in minority. A very tragic story and end.
2) It was very sad to see how they are selling their goods to the tourists. I say this beacuse I have visited the USA many times and their homes are always named as Indian Reservations BUT whole USA AKA North-America IS thier HOME.
I am certain there have been more famous Indians than only to mention Buffalo Bill as The Big Buffalo. Whole North America was their land their estate, what is left over now?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/1/2024 1:14:44 PM # 1.0.0.1119
BUT you wrote here an excellent poem about a piece of famous history The Great Buffalo Bill