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Native American Wisdom
Sun rising like War Eagle's spirt
over the holy mountain.
Fishing for trout in the clear
blue rivers of her ancestors.
Listening to the Wisdom of the Elders
beside the campfire on cool
These things she would miss.
But she liked her job in town
at the new tribal Casino.
Did Kicks Balls Hard.
BEST POEM EVER.
Ask of your heart these questions
four, my daughter.
Is the Lord God Jehovah the God
worthy of fearing?
Is that Old Rugged Cross a burden
Is a good friend who hurts worth
all your caring?
These first three seem easy, just barely a Test Of,
But, perhaps you will find that the last is the Best Of,
Are utterances that begin with "YO" ever worth
hearing the Rest of ?
Yes, Yes, Yes, and NO!
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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