AUTHOER: Lone Eagle When I was a young boy, I would listen to the elders talk of the days of the Longhouses. They would tell the stories that I held in my heart And I would listen for hours as they spoke. My Grandfather was a wise man, he would always tell me The Shadow Horse is coming for our people!
The Frog does not drink up
The pond in which
He lives.
AUTHHOR: Del Abe Jones We whites honor the “Hermitage” And the man who once lived there – But, that leader of our Nation Was cruel, unjust, unfair –
It is the beginning of the New Year,
I am still here.
I look forward to tomorrow,
Now that my heart feels no sorrow
I sit outside during a cold winter night,
Watching the stars shining so bright.
I take a sigh and breath in relief,
Because I know someone up there is watching out for me.
A Warrior has fallen… A Warrior has fallen… Fallen far from her home… upon the sands of a foreign land. Iraq… a land of sun and sand. Her Spirit… A Warrior’s Spirit. Her Heart… A Warrior’s Heart. Her Bravery in the face of the enemy… A Warrior’s Bravery. Her Courage under fire… A Warrior’s Courage. Her Sacrifice… A Warrior’s Sacrifice. Remember her Heart and her Spirit. Remember her Courage and her Bravery. Remember and Honor her Ultimate Sacrifice. A Warrior…