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 Life Complete
Though the white man’s world is all around,
I still have the need for native sounds.
The steady beat of the raw hide drum,
Telling the village to the circle to come.
A time to gather both young and old,
To dance to the songs of warrior’s bold.
The shriek of the cat and the growl of the bear,
Saying come no closer for I do not share.
Even when the sound is just the wind,
As I ask the Great Spirit for game to send.
The voice of the woman always by my side,
Saying to the end with me she’ll ride!
The babbling brook with water so sweet,
All these sounds make my life complete.
JRS © 12-18-06
The "Okie" Poet
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