The eagles spread their wings
Dreamcatcher through winds
From the idaho where the star
Spangled banner is not
they gaze at the glittering
night sky from their home.
Tribe elder his skin tough as leather
Weather worn, a shade of blue,
Guides the children in their nest
The gazelle roams in the sunrise
Sillouette of tree branches over
The native soil he returns to heartland.
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