Poetry by Broken english-Great spirit in my heart


Great spirit in my heart

(please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer)

A Poem by Broken english

I can see my land

In mirrors of lakes
I can her ancient songs in animals roams
I can touch stones where my ancestors dwells
Great camps from our history
There was great spirits in each hearts
Fire flames were leaders of acts
In circle of wisdom
Painting for war and peace
Respect for each living form
Walk inside heavy storm
Open each secret for living live
Make clothes with symbols of nature
Climbing on place where all rest
Make birth inside heart tipi
Dance with wind for sun
Make saint circle for no harm
Create plates and pots
Make decorations with dots
Saint animals are dogs
Play on flute make deep connection
Fly with mind above
Make vision of tomorrow
See in each corner of heart
Stay delight
When all have one meaning
Wolfs kill for children
Same like we do
Misty tops of hills
Hands holding clouds
Bizons in move
Great warrior of peace
Pay respect for our needs
Silent love dont need to speak
In deep holes
Waters of lifes waters of lights
Leathers drying on fire
Drums are dancing in hearts
Running in melody of harmony
Raining with snows
Feeling be part  of nature
Be part of own tribe
Be part of out history
Create new wonderful destiny
When moon is up
Great spirit send visions of looming light
Future in symbols and fantasy
Smoke pipe of peace
Find solution where is dark
Winter can be tough
But our spirits never dies
We will never give up
We will be always here
Highest mountains highest air
Horses leading paths
Children learn what is hide
Green grass is also live
Mute things must be protect too
All have nature inside universe
All is strong in earth base
All have right place
Deal with troubles
Raise up our self
From deep dark holes
You cannot sell land or sea
You cannot sell water or air
You cannot sell women or child
You cannot sell happiness or joy
You cannot sell dreams or visions
You cannot sell what you want
Nothing is without end
All things have ends
For new begin for new light
For new people in bright
Some people think
But they are not wise
Some people are full of lies
But we can make better right now
White horses fly over the dark
Our women caring children
Playing on flutes
Following our native roots
Spring is back with new flowers and child
We are happy
We are children of sun
We are spirits in calm
On new paths
Walking without talking
Listen to breathing
Of mountains and lakes
Opening hearts
Great spirits
All these brave warriors through dark heavy years
BLACK ELK
TECUMSEH
GERONIMO
SITTING BULL
RED CLOUD
CRAZY HORSE
CHOHISE
PONTIAC
MANGAS COLORADAS
AMERICAN HORSE
QUANAH PARKER
RAIN IN THE FACE
GALL
BLACK KETTLE
POWHHATAN
AND OTHERS……………………..

© 2017 Broken english

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