My Poems

Calling Me
Here I stand in a field alone
I look to the North
I hear wolves howling
They are calling me
To the land where I arose
To the land where I shall fall
Come, come run with us to the land where your Spirit lives
They seem to say
They are calling me

I look to the North
I see lights dancing in the sky
They are calling me
To the land where I arose
To the land where I shall fall
Come, come dance with us to the land where your Spirit lives
They are calling me

I look to the North
I see birds flying
They are calling me
To the land where I arose
To the land where I shall fall
Come, come fly with us to the land where your Spirit lives
They seem to say
They are calling me.

Spirits
Hear them whisper
through the pines
In the village where they grew
The tepees once stood tall
And the people shone like crimson earth
All that's left is the stones that held the sacred fire
The children lost
Culture broken
What has become of the people who shone like crimson Earth
Can you hear their Spirits?

Lost
As I stand here waiting for the scattered dawn
I try to remember what I never knew
As each day passes by
I see it crumble
Soon it will die
Why was I left behind
As I walk along
Being pushed
My heart fills with sadness
And I cry.