Voices of the Past


	VOICES OF THE PAST Ancient voices echoes across the sky An almost forgotten language that someday may have to die. It began with the white mans arrival spreading from sea to sea, We were just too naive to know what was going to be. Unless the elders can teach our long dead fore Fathers ways, We cannot sustain our culture through the coming days. Soon the Redman's way of life will be just a memory, The only way to keep it alive is in our hearts it to be. JRS © 10-27-98 The "Okie" Poet All poems copyrighted ã1997-... Spring Creations The "Okie" Poet All Rights Reserved