Growing With Histoey Poem by George Samuel

Look homeward
Feel this breeze blowing now
It blows on me i was eight step forward
No further carefully and slow
These voices these songs
I listen to them i was small i was ten
The meaning so touching so strong
Now these people with faces like teen
I remember them they are natives from my tribe
I met them just at twelve
This story and history
They told them to me about themselves
About tradition ancestors true stories
They are about adults and teen i was sixteen
Look at the skies and cloud
It might rain if it doesn't shine
These signs not strange it use to be so
See the river the lakes and streams
I use to wash in them i was eightteen
Look me i use to hold many hands
Around me my friends
My mothers kisses i still feel
My fathers care still carry me
They still hold me see my eyes
They were bright and white i was twenty
I was home where i first met love
And nothing can be strange