We are the First People
Sioux, Cheyenne, Cherokee
We are the Original
Mohawk, Huron, Cree

We cared for the land
Hunted only our need
Gathered by hand
For our people to feed

Lived under clear sky
Drank from clean water
As seasons went by
This land not alter

Game hiding in the wood
Buffalo moving on the plain
Where ancestors once stood
Our tears fall like rain

Gone is the great tree
The great herds are bone
Now all that we see
Paths made of false stone

Cry for what has gone
Cry for our children
Cry as time goes along
Cry for what might have been

These were the people that lived off the land and knew what makeing the
land there home meant. Today we forget what living off the land really
meant.

Sounds like such a great way to live but I ask you this, wher is the
internet? Nah I am only bugging you. sounds like such a pleasant way to
live, so peace full and care free. Nicely done my friend.
(((((Karma))))

that was beautiful gave me chills

WoW!!! ((Karma))))) Truely Beautiful

AWESome Karma... well put!! I cry EVERYday for what is lost of our
beautiful land... and Loudly too for those that NEED hear.. that the
destruction must stop..!!

thanks for sharing

WOW MOST AWESOME!!! I too cry...and you know how this hits home for
me...love this one Karma

Very happy you all enjoyed this one. Thank you.



Whisper, internet? Runners, a little slower but it worked.

The TRUE "FIRST PEOPLES OF THIS LAND!!!!!!

Gone from how they lived and gone from us to see, but NEVER FORGOTTEN
and NEVER SHOULD HAVE BEEN DONE THE WAY THEY WERE!!!

Thanks for remembering and letting US see them AGAIN!!

GOOD POEM.