Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Spirit Wind (Pat Poland)

Call To The Four Sacred Winds
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I call to the East, where the Father ascends

to all Mother Earth where life begins.

I fly through the cedars, pines, willows, and birch

as animals below me wander and search.

I call to the South, to the land down below.

Turtle stands silent, as man strings his bow

to hunt food and fur for his kin before snow.

A life will end so others will grow.

I call to the North, that yansa once knew.

I follow their path til it disappears from view.

Once vast in number, there stand but a few.

I hear only ghost thunder of millions of hooves.

I call to the West, to the ends of the lands,

to the Tsalagi, Kiowa, Comanche ... all bands.

Unite for the strength. Teach the young and demand

that you are Native Americans. Learn your tongue and stand.

My name is Freedom... I fly through this land.

I call to the Four Sacred Winds of Turtle Island.

Spirit Wind (Pat Poland)

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