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 SOARING SPIRIT
Hail, to the Great Spirit
that brings forth the morning sun,
Please give this warrior the swiftness of brother wolf on the run.
Shower upon me the strength of my cousin the mighty bear,
So I can protect my people and village
against enemies who might dare.
As the lightning from the skies
let me strike a crashing blow,
So my enemies will quickly see
the results their actions will sow.
When my life is through
when my heart beats no more,
Let me ride the Mighty Thunderbird
to the Happy Hunting Grounds, let us soar.
JRS © 9-15-00
The "Okie" Poet
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