Great Father in the Sky,
come to us on the rustling
wind and keep the white man
from destroying the buffalo,
taking food from our mouths.
Make our warriors strong and
their horses fleet;
Make their arrows fly true,
to provide meat and to protect
us from warring tribes.
Make our tepees tight to
resist the winter winds.
Give your magical powers to
our medicine man to keep our
women and children well.
Help us fight the white man
who comes to destroy our food,
our peoples and our way of life.
We ask these things, Great Father
in the Sky, for our nation.
Author ©~Nashoba Baleli~
I will call you
Laughing Child.
You always seem so happy.
You caress my cheek
with tenderness and warmth.
Your friendliness is unexcelled,
you wave to the hills,
To the hawk you lend a hand and
you always return the visit.
I will ride with you someday
and we will fly to a very happy land.
Meet me tonight
under a veil of moonlight and dreams.
Together we
will walk.
With our eyes
we'll converse.
Your eyes,
Your beautiful emerald eyes
tell me you understand.
I can see a universe into them.
You are so young
so free
like a breeze.
So innocent,
I watch you flutter
away
lke a beautiful butterfly
leaving a
lonely smile.
Author ~King D. Kuka~
Over the rainy day mountain
Past the laughing blue rainbow
Gliding in the cloudless ivory sky
The young Happiness bird
In the freedom of quiet solitude or
with a loved one-one friend
Always follow the beauty road
Gliding in the cloudless ivory sky
Past the laughing blue rainbow
Over the rainy day mountain
Forever in happiness
Forever in beauty
Always
Author ~Patty Harjo~
Red Eagle,
Cold, dead, noble, Red Eagle.
Tomorrow they will bury you in Black Hill.
They think you have left me forever.
When I grow lonely for you
I will walk into the night
and listen to your brother, the wind.
He will tell me if you want me.
I will follow the path through the forest
upon which your moccasins
have trod so many times.
I will hear the night sounds you
have told me about.
I will walk into the valley of Minnelosa,
the sweet grass.
In the white moonlight I will pray.
I will pray to he spirits
and they will speak to me
as they have spoken to you before.
Then I will touch your tree and you
will softly whisper to me.
From the wind, from the night, from the tree,
from the sweet grass,
You will whisper to me,
Red Eagle, Red Eagle,
Upon the mountain.
Author ~Janet Campbell~
If The Time Ever Came
If the time ever came
I would call you
and you would come.
To stand on that mountain
on top of that mountain in the West.
And I would come to the east
and stand on the mountain in the East
and from the mountaintops
call them.
The meadows and mountains
the winds of the earth
dancing spinning whirling
all wrapped in leather tongues.
One legged antelope in the treetop swaying
Crow with the chorus singing
It has finally come to this
All their fine magic
It has finally come to this.
Crow and his chorus gesturing
at the world around them
keeping time to the Coyote's drum.
Yet so long as we can summon together
with flute song flying in the wind
and flute man coming from the distances
the instrument heavy in his hands
skinsoft tree in flower,
leaping and dancing lightly
sunshine not ended
sunshine not yet through.
Author ~Leslie Marmon Silko~
I hear a call through the Midnight Trees..
It tells me of the bear I see. The Wolf
goes in front.. The Eagle flies East..
I stand in front of all the Gods of
The Midnight Stars, Calling me once more.
Telling of days of Old, And telling me I
Have the sight.
The Bear walks ever slow never to Leave
my side. The Wolf beckons me.. as the
Eagle flies. Peace was put in my heart...
But the Bear tells me of Pains to come..
For man has robbed the Land and stolen the
soul, That needs to be free.
From the Earth comes my Song.....
The Song of battles of long ago...
And the Peace that will sleep deep
within the Earth as the Eagle Flies..
And the Bear will go on!
Author ~Lisa Angel~
