Peacoke Indian Poems

A graceful bird flew from my heart's warm nest,
For years I weaved it with love and gentle care.
It seemed like a fleeting dream, an illusory quest,
Now my heart is left burdened with despair.
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In my weary heart dwells a lament, that,
a tale I would share with you flowers.
In the heart of my heart I weaved a nest,
for the lovely creature of spring sky,
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In the symphony of birds, I sought your voice,
Within the blooms, I searched for your grace,
With you by my side, I learned to perceive,
the beauty of nature, that I have ever seen.
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