Red Cloud

Valleys of plush green grass,
buffalo roaming by the mass.
Antelope, deer, elk, bear,
I hunt on my painted mare.

Skies of birds egg blue,
roaring waters pure,
sweet as morning dew.

Tepees as fare as the eye can see.
Children playing under large oak trees.

The eagle squawks, as it circles high
in the noonday sky.

The sun has captures my shadow,
bonding my soul in this sacred
land forever more.

A worrier…
I have been for many moons on end,
and now I will leave my bones in the
dust of the whirling winds.

May the Great Spirit always remember that…
I am an American Indian.

Jackie R. Kays
Copyright…2003

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