Survival of the Choctaw Nation
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Survival of the Choctaw Nation.. KEYWORDS: choctaw poem choctaw poetry native american poem native american poetry ML Hunter poem
I can see my sons and daughters
From this far place
I feel the winds of change once again
My heart is full to see a new day
People proudly searching for ancestors
In numbers great as the stars in the sky
Long ago in the old Choctaw Nation
We carried the bones of our dead with us
Many are now reaching behind them
Trying to find our ancient bones
And long forgotten names.
I say to those who look
You do not need to find our bones
You carry our sacred blood.
You must reach out for each other
Join your hearts and souls as one people
Red brothers and sisters watch and wait.
Copyright ML Hunter 2005 Illinois