Rage from the spirits is lost on him
A cunning fool taking to the wing
Vouching for the deeds of the first men
Empty voids in space are ruptured
Nears his own doom many times
Cut off from their former home in the Farthest East
Open land is littered with the exiles
Yonder brings a beached bounty for the winter
Our honored guests never return the kindness
They say they want to be free on our land
Eternity awaits he immersed in nature
Brave generals signal the resistance
Untamed wilderness greets the wandering shaman
Full knowledge weakens an amulet's power
Fellows prove great to the new nation
A clan among many peers through the rough mountains
Lost children still have the future ahead
Old walrus tusks add to village songs
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Under the raven's eye
PoetryA set of acrostic free verse poems concerning the diverse Native American and First Nation tribes of the USA and Canada.
