Years of abuse and destruction
driven from the homes they knew
forced to take on the ways of the whites
Native Americans were just another casualty
forced to bend before a so called superior race
they knew they could not win this battle
So many wise men were born and lived
in the time when Mother Earth was gracious
these people knew how to respect and share
their life with all creatures
The grandfathers taught the young
to survive in harmony
the grandmothers weaved their lives with love
woven into every word and deed
When the wind blows, listen with your heart
you will hear their voices
their laughter and their stories
Listen with your soul and let them teach
the ways of wisdom
we have so much to learn
Listen, listen and listen again
spiritraven (Connie Wine) 08/26/09
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great advice, great imagery, great use of words... great poem! Thanks