Tasunka Witko Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Tasunka Witko



The greatest of men
he bled the truth,
his wounds for all to share

A symbol relived
a life unspoiled,
courage all too rare

The towering hawk
the thundering storm,
hailstones mark the way

A moment in time
a vision embraced
—his name the children pray

(Plane From Detroit: August 21,2018)

Tuesday, August 21, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: courage
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