The sternness of his face, reveals the life he led. Oneness with Nature and God, from his eye a tear was shed. Once a proud young Brave, hunting for his wife and child. Always returning home from his conquest with a smile. Then one day White Man came to drive him from his land. He fought with all his might. He did not understand. His God Given Rights we're being slowly taken away. His heart was ripped from his chest. what a sorrowful day. Surely as the sun rises and the moon shines at night. Through his tears, he would see a brighter light. For the God, he worshiped, created all nature. This God would ride with him always rebuilding his stature. October 7, 2022 Mark waldrop
I sense his presence in this poem… and a friend to him, in you.
Lovely.