His writes adorn a site his born
Of great nations the white man scorned
Yet native son beyond most others
Is he I call poetic brother
His people filled the untamed plains
Before the tracks would bring the trains
That chugged away what once was theirs
His nation proud would be stripped bare
He writes with eloquence but gently tells
Of life he's lived, chapters some Hell
Yet in the end short stories told
Would grab you reader in writers hold
He shares passion with you not known
Creates paintings with words his own
Lifting great spirit chanting quite strong
The perfect write, his all along
Blackfoot Indian, soon to be published
Once thought of less treated like rubbish
Today he rises just like the Sun
With published works, by native son
Dedicated to my poetical friend and brother
Richard " Lee " Cook ( By The Still Waters Of My mind )
