Thunder Beneath


	Thunder Beneath Once upon a time in the long ago past, The land shook with thunder beneath the herds so vast. There was more than could be counted more than we would need, We thought for always our people they would feed. The Great Spirit was generous he provided so well, We were happy and content in the land where we dwelled. Yet, the winds of change had begun to blow, And took from us the happiness we used to know. We lost our way of life our ancestor’s land, Worst of all we lost our freedom that we held so grand. Please, oh Great Spirit heal our broken heart, Raise us from despair and guide us to a new start. JRS © 5-17-05 The "Okie" Poet All poems copyrighted ã1997-... Spring Creations The "Okie" Poet All Rights Reserved