Oh how I wish
I could have set free
the native American Indian
with pride and dignity
Taking them back
across the great open plains
to their scared home
in the lush green vallies
where buffalo are plentiful
and roam
and the Indian lives in peace
apart of nature once more
where the eagle soars
Setting their spirits free
as the wind
wild and untameable
as a magnificent stallion
towards the setting sun.
Peter Dome.copyright.2012.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I commited this one to memory. I am part Native American myself and it always hurts to hear about things like the trail of tears, although it wasn't my tribe, it still hurts and saddens me. Thank you for this poem.