A Indian Poem by anteaus berryhill
A Indian
My tribe is who I trust.
My bow is what I use.
My arrow is what I shoot to survive.
The woods is my home.
The wolves that howls is my sprits.
I hunt with brave and loyal men.
Warriors that I always depend.
The eagle that flies keeps me at peace.
My leader is my chief.
The bear claw is my power.
I bloom and mature like a grown flower.
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
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