Summoning Of The Spirits Poem by jackie compton

Oh! Great Father who lives on yonder mountain high.
He who walk among the living in-which their eyes can not see
Who speaks through the whispering wind and trees.

You have summon me here to the valley.
The valley that once was the home of my father and his
father before him.

Gone are the mighty herds of buffaloes that once roam the great
plains.
I can hunt no more.
No longer can I lie down in green pastures like my father once did.


The mighty river that snake it's way throw the valley
For the sweet water that once gave life to all living thing,
Has been filed by the hands of mankind.

Why did you let them lock us in pens called reservation like they do their cattle.

Oh! Great Father who lives on yonder mountain high.
We can not grow and prosper.
Nor hope for better days through better ways.
When we are denied the dignity that once was our.

Oh! Great Father that lives on yonder mountain high.
Tell me that I am wrong.
Death has come not to a tradition but away of life