reservations (first nation's people) (part I)
chadwick
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forcibly relocate oneself
in a manner of removing all bindings?
no more your insight to tight
every moment is movement
in which rain, snow, heat, and rust
transmit luster through the divorce of once whole units undividable
to know the difference of here and there
neighbors to the right
and to the left and not one single acorn
or apple in sight
this the sign the corn grinding stone is broken
while dying in years of hopeless dreams
and broken rusted fences
and hedge posts wrapped in pointed wire
sometimes caught hairs or cloth
blowing in the wind do call home eagle feathers
this could be crying many years vanished away
always felt poor old indians and children, horses of wildflower, bison and earth
were not left to see or be
close the gates as always history's writers and exterminators (and none the beaver's den)
in a manner of removing all bindings?
no more your insight to tight
every moment is movement
in which rain, snow, heat, and rust
transmit luster through the divorce of once whole units undividable
to know the difference of here and there
neighbors to the right
and to the left and not one single acorn
or apple in sight
this the sign the corn grinding stone is broken
while dying in years of hopeless dreams
and broken rusted fences
and hedge posts wrapped in pointed wire
sometimes caught hairs or cloth
blowing in the wind do call home eagle feathers
this could be crying many years vanished away
always felt poor old indians and children, horses of wildflower, bison and earth
were not left to see or be
close the gates as always history's writers and exterminators (and none the beaver's den)
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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