Spirit Of Life Poem by NikiAlex Zander

Spirit Of Life



My Dog and I were out one Cloudy Morning, scouting for Buffalo.
We went down by the Summer Stream, when I saw something, I still don't know.
I was so confused My thoughts were indecent.
She is the most Beautiful thing. She seemed Heaven Sent.
I said, 'Jake, Am I seeing the 'Water Princess of Spring'?
He just softly barked. His howl, will make Your ears ring.

The next thing I knew, We were five miles away,
It only seemed like a moment. That was My first day.
My first day as a Man, I didn't know it then.
Jake did though, He has always been My Loyal Friend.

I am Da'Ve, I am Cherokee, Chief of Our Tribe.
Jake and I have been friends since I was a Boy.
When You grow~up on the Nation, its only pure joy.

Listen to the Great Spirit, and do the RightThing.
Listen to the Humming Bird, She really does sing.

I found out from My Mother, LittleFlower, the Girls Name is WhiteDove.
I am not sure about Her, I know I'm in Love.
She is very young and not from Our Tribe.
Now, when I see Her by the stream, I do not hide.

I asked LittleFlower at what age I could marry?
She asked Me, When You think of WhiteDove is Your heart merry?
Do You think about Her everyday?

She thought I should ask the' Spirit of Life', to help Me find My way.
WhiteDove is so Beautiful, She shines like the setting sun.
I do not know much about love, She is the One.

I believe there is somekind of Magic between Us two.
There is a ceremony this Spring I will find out what I should do.

Do Not let others Hate ruin Your Gorly Days
Open Your Hearts and see The New Ways.

I do Love the Mornings, when Our Land is fresh with dew.
Our Tribe Shaman says, 'If You ask the Right Way, She will help both of You.
Our Magic is True. We are together Me and WhiteDove.
We are so happy with each Other and We share Our Love.
The Best Thing is, She likes My Yukon Black, Jake.
If that had not worked out, Hers would have been a diferent Fate.

Listen to the HummingBird sing Her Song.
Will She sit on Your finger? May~be, but for how long?

WhiteDove, will be My Wife soon. But Jakes My Dog and My Best Friend.
He will do Anything for Me Now, and until the Very End.

Freedom is what We all want. To be who We think We can be.
Do You think We have some~kind of Magic?
'ShootingBlind' it may~be, its a Living Dream for Me...

Sunday, March 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: native american
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