The Caribou Poem by Nick krakana
The Caribou
They Wondered free
Amongst the trees
And out in the open
To catch a breeze
They were a symbol
Of freedom you see
Here long before you and me
There is a ballad song
A sad state it shares
When a beggar cries out...
'Don't ask for so much"
The face on our quarter
Is really a discgrace - why remember
How we wrecked this place
Greed has an ugly face
Our First Nations brothers
Tilled this soil with an invisible hoe
Live and let live - I've heard them say
And the Caribou... will always stay
Nick Krakana Sr.
Sept 28th 2019
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4/26/2024 8:57:34 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Really an interesting history fact nicely brought forth with clarity of thought and mind. An insightful piece of poetry. Thanks for sharing, Nick.