Song Of My People Poem by ANNE P LadeeAnne MURRAY

To the roof of the world the mighty eagle flies
Silently watching the Earth down below
They fly mile after mile, day after day
Their solemn spirits soaring in Heavenly skies

From all the forests, from all of the plains
From all the mountains high above
Discarding sacred bones beneath the dust
They see many people leave their Earthly stains


We stand steadfast and strong to let people know
As we walk the trails of many tears
From deep within our sacred fires burn
Always remembering what our Shamans foretold


Built in stony cliffs and hills beneath Earthly skies
The modern world cannot foretell
All the thousands of legends left untold
In desolate ruins many enshrined mysteries lie


Immortal, sacred images inscribed in stone were cast
Held firm by rocks and boulders- left alone
Proclaiming years of hallowed history
Their Spirit messages and figures from out of the past


One day soon, the roar of drum beats will soon be heard
The four winds will lend their mighty ears
While the winged-ones rejoice and soar above
Remembering the past… and the hardships endured
There and then...
Lies the dawn of light -the mysteries revealed



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