Native Indian Feast Poem by Manonton Dalan
Native Indian Feast
feathers on their heads wet
canvass canopy start to drip
drums chant to heaven's part
trinkets hand made in tepees
find their way in small cases
where few bucks gets you piece
clouds not kind to lowlanders
it keeps on pouring for hours
dancers huddle beneath with me
their faces aren't that happy
food wagon cooking food, sweet
burgers, hot dogs good to eat
Saturday, April 28, 2012
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native indian festivities @virginia beach, va 28april12 saturday. it rains and i got wet.
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