Lost Child Poem by NikiAlex Zander

Lost Child



This is a tale about My Friend, Lost Child and Me
I am Da'Ve, I am a Warrior, I am Cherokee.

My Dog and I were riding the Canyon Trail, just scouting around.
We heard this sound down near the Pinion, sounded low, but not on the ground.
I said, 'Check it Jake'. He shot off like a Blast,
If it is somekind of prey, it won't last.

I saw Jake stop, look~up. He gave Me a bark, then a little Growl, then He looked at Me.
I went over there. Couldn't believe what I did see.

It was a 'Red Tail', maybe about three. She looked hurt, caught up low in a tree.
I said, 'Jake, What do You think? Looks like We have a New Friend here, You and Me.

Three Weeks later, She's flying with Us towards the 'UpperRidge Road'.
Jakes riding with Me. Lost Childs doing the spotting now,
We're lookin for Mountain Goat.

Suddenly We hear a Scree, I look~up, Jake looks at Me.
Off to the left, there, We both see.
'Get~em', I say. Off He jumps to bring that Goat down.
He's a Huge YukonBlack, He doesn't mess around

We hunt togeather as a Team, us Three.
My Dog, My Hawk, and Me.
We hunt all day for Deer and Mountain Goat, sometimes even Quail,
When We work together, We never fail.

Remember what the 'Great Spirit' says,
'Open Your Heart to see the 'New Ways',

Listen to the Humming Bird sing Her song,

We will not let Hate, ruin our 'Glory Days'.'
When You respect'Our Mother', You can do no wrong.

We will fight through Our 'Dark Nights', to get out of this Haze.
We will sing Your Praises on how You truly Amaze.
We will fight against All Evil, till the 'End of Days'

'Shooting Blind' it maybe, but We do Love OurSpiritualWays...
SweetDreamOnly...

Saturday, March 8, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: canada
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