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How to erase history!

Seasons of my life

Why Do We Stand?

I'll Always Be There!

I Feel Just Like a Baby!

That's Life!

That's Life!

War is Hell

Oh! Where did it all go?



'OH! My,my,my!"





Forgive and Forget?

So Why Should I?

Fifty Years Later

All in a DAY

A Warrior's Soul

"Good Life"


My Only Son


"American Pie"

War is Hell!

Daream Catcher

Time is a Thief!

Ode to T/Sgt. Glenn Wilson

Never To Late!


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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



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