Wind blows,
Sun shines,
Lobo cries to the moon,
Man thinks,
Woman feels,
My mind blinks and states the truth,
I'm real...
The Darkness,
The Light,
Great Spirit guide my sight,
My duty, my honor, my people I'll defend,
My bow
My arrows
My sabre
My buffalo soldier garment
My looking glass
My bullets
My Creator guide my hand
Take my Spirit, use it well
My children, I will train
To lift you up in times of battle
And in times of pain
I see the signal smoke, it's time
To move as one, my tribe, my kind
They cannot kill our spirit from this
Land
For the land is in us, and we are in the land.
Watahea

Wow......really wow, Rob.

I love this!!!

I can just imagine you recite this with music , DRUMS OF THUNDER, ( Native American warrior song) in the background.

Thanks Eva, I was meditating at work to and old native track. Felt like I grabbed an old memory. Frome somewhere in the past!

Thanks Eva, your opinion means a great deal to me!

I like that very simple but very deep..
Great job

Thanks Sitka, I was telling Bahitieva that it definitely didn't feel like me.

Beautiful...


Thank you for sharing...

Thank your for reading! Stormy!

Working on a new one. This one is elusive hard to nail down.

Nice succinct piece that portrays the strength of a noble people, Rob.

Thanks Techno, your insight is valued!

An awesome ode to your people, Rob.

Thank you MzRosie! Glad you liked it.

Great piece! The spirit of a warrior purposed to lay down his life for his people.

Thank you so much UrMissingLimb
Much appriciated!

Thank you to all who read and replied!

This is a winner. Bravo for tapping it out and tapping into you.

Thank you LadyWind7!

It's beautiful!
Thank you!
God Bless You and your people!

Thank you for your blessing!

really a lovely write from the soul ...
thanks for sharing ...