MY FATHER.
My father lived upon these lands,
Where he could wander free.
And no man told him what to do,
Or told him what to be.
He lived the life of a human being,
Not attempting to change one little thing,
And he left no tracks across these lands,
To show where he had been.
He could walk the sacred paths,
For he knew just where they lay,
And when he spoke at council,
They would listen to what he’d say.
The feathers that adorned him,
Showed for all the world to see
Just how brave he was in heart,
And the warrior that I could be.
He loved these lands, my father,
And knew just where he’d lay,
When his life had reached full circle
As he reached his dying day.
Now I live upon these lands,
Where I can wander free
And no man tells me what to do
Or tells me what to be!
love to all
~rebelbreed!
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