Rob Clarke Poems
|1.||Kite Flyer #2||1/17/2006|
|2.||The Bully Cried||1/17/2006|
|3.||Geese (A Child's Poem)||1/17/2006|
|5.||In Her Mouth She Held The Moon||1/19/2006|
|6.||These Days I Wake Up||1/21/2006|
|7.||Antomimes (A Child's Poem)||1/17/2006|
|9.||No Quid Pro Quo||1/23/2006|
|10.||Poet To Poet Version 1||1/19/2006|
|12.||The Death Of Willis||1/21/2006|
|14.||Marbles (A Child's Cadence)||1/17/2006|
|15.||Sioux Warrior's Last Buffalo Hunt||1/17/2006|
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Sioux Warrior's Last Buffalo Hunt
Ho! Buffalo brother
How sad and sorry we must look
To these few folk gathered here.
See them push and jostle for a glimpse
Of regality so lately lost.
Earning our daily bread,
We keep soul and flesh as one
By pretending to be ourselves
While the spirit in us slowly dies
Never counting up the cost.
The Miller Boys count coup
Because I hunt you one last time.
They've sprung me from the white stockade!
Now I'm riding in some soulless, white man's thing
Around the ring of One-O-One.
You stand there, motionless for a moment,
Not knowing what ...