The Native Americans. Poem by Michael Cochrane

Beautiful people who are in harmony with nature. Born on the prairies before the coming of the Europeans, They had no fencing drawing free breath amongst the wilderness the earth was their grandmother and was sacred. Each soul wore moccasins and carefully made small steps on the soil. They lived in tipis and watched the entire milky-way. They thanked God for the water and the buffalo. They were blessed by earthly riches. The sunlight fell upon them for they walked in beauty.
Michael Cochrane © 2024