Little Eagle McGowan

Mama I hope this letter finds you…

In the very best of health.

There ain't much good out here I do…

And even less I've felt


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If the reflection in the mirror wasn't smiling
While I was standing there and grinning like a fool
If my feelings always had more clarification
Then everything would be so much easier to do…
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Our Eucharist is the body of Christ, even tho' dead, again did rise
Our Saviour's flesh and His own blood
Our precious Lord is truly alive.
God's forgiveness for each repentant sinner,
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Look at that ole river run
Winding with the road
Like two old best friends through the years
And an eagle in the sun
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Chief Bigfoot stared and hung his head, in anger and despair
At his brother Sitting Bull cut down to die
Then ridin' like a wild wind with the warriors gathered there…
On to Pine Ridge where the eagle flies…
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My Spirit stepped into a vision at night,
The depths of canyon walls I walked
On the dry river bed and the last moonlight
Where little fish once used to talk
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There are veins of gold embedded
In the hearts of souls neglected
Who are oft times called and pitted
Against the fortunes of
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O Great Spirit do you hear me…
In my emptiness and fear
The life within my dyin' dreams
Is now one solitary tear…
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He drifted kinda loose in the free life, weathered all down in grace.
The circle of cold hard choices, always was all his to make.
Like a joke he took to his chances, counting no less of the stakes.
It is said he once outran the devil, from a town called Devil's Face.
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They came here for freedom
A better life with something to show
Vast horizons to lead 'em
Forever stretched far as you'd go…
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The drums of war sound dull in the weeping canyons of grief
Where the cries of the orphaned child echoes in silences deep
As the great eagle screams angered in its own wild disbelief
At the river of blood… and unclaimed bones layin' in a heap.
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Daddy sat there on a rock beside the river
Sunshine like a slap upon his shoulders
He had never seen the light of day, not ever.
Born blind at birth, Jeremiah John McArthur.
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My grandpa and me would ride the wild prairie
Up by Lee River, as the land changed to fall.
He'd stare at the water, sayin' 'How I miss Maisie...
Y' know sometimes I swear I can still hear her call…
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We're a Christian nation, so we wreck holy havoc
On our fellowman, all around in the world.
In God's Holy Name, we lay waste the good earth
And we glory in the bombs, that we proudly hurl.
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Arise in me great Spirit, as
Sunrise in a dream,
Be a translucent hymn, the
journey of a stream.
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Aah let's sing a song to winter
White wonder is its surest sign
Snowflakes on moonbeams lightly…
Sliding down from off the pines
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Upon the docks was my own big brother
Waving at my boat as it got small
In a little bag of hand-made leather
With everything I owned as I recall
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Ain't no tellin' all the reasons
Why the truth that isn't pleasin'
To folk who miss the seasons
Drowned in fear and in doubt
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If there were any words to find
For what you mean to me my Mother
If there was a dollar for every time
That you loved me like no other
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