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If you listen closely,
You can hear the wind,
Story and songs of the Native past.
If you watch the eagle,
You will see his perfect, flawless, grace,
Maybe he will tell you his story about the way of the native past.
Watch the fire as it dances a story of the natives.
The mighty sun gives us power,
it is praised by many.
The Native life was beautiful.
But there were times when the white man wanted our land.
They killed our buffalo,
and some of our leaders.
They put us in the white mans school.
Made us cut our hair
and taught us to be like the white man.
But some of us fought for our freedom.
Now we bought back our land
and some of us own casinos.
But we still listen to the wind.
We still watch the eagle fly.
We still watch the fire dance a story and song.
And we still praise the sun for it gives us power and hope.
I am proud to live the native life.
- by Brittany_mike |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 09/01/2009 |
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- Title: The Native Life
- Artist: Brittany_mike
- Description: The Rise, The Fall, and The Rise Again of the Native Americans.
- Date: 09/01/2009
- Tags: native life
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