Dusty Trails
My moccasins have tread Many a long and weary mile. Our days of glory and hunts I remember well. Now just dusty trails abound In this dry Hell.
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Daughter of the Wind
In the beginning
Four Elements there were:
Earth, Wind, Fire, and Water .
~I am the daughter of the Wind~
The Wisdom of the Ancients
The drums beat, The rattles call, The flames of fire grow tall. Tis wisdom of the ancients We do call.
An Old Woman Cannot Sleep
Standing on the edge,
landscape flows before her.
Spirits of the past,
May they guide her this day.
A Golden Eagle Feather ~ My Gift
Tradition says that A Golden Eagle Feather Is the highest tribute To any tribal member… It can only be given To those who have earned Never to be taken from This Sacred Bird…