When in the deepest of night
I feel so alone..
The blood that runs in my veins
Comforts and calls me home
The drums of a far away
time are my heart beat
Spirits of my Grandfathers
call my name upon the night winds..
Grandaughter,
Grandaughter rejoice with your feet
Let your spirit soar free upon Eagles wings
Come high upon the mountains
and touch Fathers sky..
Grandaughter, Grandaughter when you tire
Rest upon Mother Earth and listen to her sigh
Let your Spirit dance with the four winds
Like the smoke from ancient campfires..
Grandaughter, Grandaughter with eyes of green
Grandaughter, Grandaughter hair of corn silk
Remember ...and know you are seen
Stand up Stand up and be recognized..
Grandaughter eyes of blue
Walk your path and remember where you been
Grandaughter, Grandaughter look within
Listen with your spirit, see with your heart..
We are One spirit
Never are we apart...
Bonnie Ray 2003
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This poem is written and dedicated
To all that have Native American blood.
They carry no card that identifies
their heritage or tells how much "Indian" they are.
Only the whispers of their heart to remind them.
For all those that search and find and
those that have been erased by time.
Thank you for visiting me!!
Page created and made by Joan
11-3-2008
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