The Indian Way Poem by AHO Speaks

Every morning they prayed the sun would shine
Blest to beat their drums during the tholy times.
Just as the ridge could be seen above the horizon of gray
They knew it was the beginning of another day.

Quickly the sun rising on is ascent
Another jorney their god had sent.
Picturesw of gold and dthe wonderful heat
Very gentle and awesome, their sound of the drum beat.

Dressed for battle and asking fo the blessing of the one
The most beautiful and miraculous star; the sun.
Young muscular braves getting ready to prepare for their feat
Hypnotic and compelling, the rhythm of their drum beat.