~WHITE FEATHER~
White Feather Run
Waterfalls and
painted leaves
Sunset’s red
as they can be
Where time stands still
And we believed
It’s been so easy
in my mind
to go back to
a different time
When I was yours
And you were mine
White Feather please
what have we done?
I can’t go back
I’m all undone
If I just knew
The way back home
I wouldn’t feel so alone
I need you back
Where we belong
White Feather run
You told me you
could never run
An outlaw’s girl
you won’t become
Always moving
in the night
A desperado
with no life
I couldn’t bear to
watch you cry
I left you standing
wondering why
How could I leave
without goodbye?
White Feather please
What have we done?
I can’t go back
I’m all undone
If I just knew
The way back home
I wouldn’t feel so alone
I need you back
Where we belong
White Feather run
I’ll ride to you
both day and night
I’ll find a way
to change your mind
So we can learn
to live as one
So say goodbye
and let it go
We’re better off in Mexico
White Feather run
where life is slow
White Feather please
What have we done?
I can’t go back
I’m all undone
If I just knew
The way back home
I wouldn’t feel so alone
I need you back
Where we belong
White Feather run
Waterfalls and
painted leaves
Sunset’s red as
they can be
Where time stands still
and we believed
White Feather please
What have we done?
I can’t go back
I’m all undone
If I just knew
The way back home
I wouldn’t feel so alone
I need you back
Where we belong
White Feather run
2006jdroland
~~~DALTON~~~
Dalton gazed out
High above creation
A precipice that had
Become his solitude
His sanctuary
Calling his beloved
In astral request
Longing for the passion
That eluded him
In his world of chaos
Companion to thieves
Enemy of the self-righteous
Repentance too painful
A heart of stone
That thirsted for forgiveness
My love
My companion
Find me in my
Time of need
Forsake me not
White Feather descended
Leaving Shadow Land
Heart pumping in
Her transformation
Arms outstretched
Their heart whole again
Dalton’s misery vanished
In instant relief
All was whole again
My savior
My heart
My undeniable
Everything
Feather of courage,
a young mans tale.
As he climbs the jagged rocks,
he hears what Grandpa said.
other braves have made that climb,
and some of them are dead.
This bird of prey will fight you son,
she has a warriors heart,
her talons will cut to the bone,
her beak is just as sharp
The mountain top is her domain,
and she protects it all.
She will fight you to the death,
and try to make you fall.
Take from her the feather,
don't you harm the bird, or nest.
If you survive, you walk in pride,
for this will be your test.
It's a test of courage,
and the strength your spirit holds.
and when you wear the feather,
other braves will know your bold.
For only can the strong of heart,
fight her in her lair.
and take from her the feather,
that will lift her in the air.
You will have to fight her,
even on your way back down.
and you will have some battle scars,
before you hit the ground.
This is not an easy test,
but wasn't meant to be.
Every man must show his strength,
and courage sets him free.
Now walk in pride upon the path,
and hold your head up high.
Show that feather in your hair,
for you were not denied.
By Dance With Wolves
2006Tchristianson
~ ~ EAGLE CATCHER
"From the Cherokee Feast of Days"
Sisters are such special people. They can outthink,
outdo and love us better than anyone in the world.
They stand with us in difficult times, rejoice with
us in the good times, and talk to us with loving words
to lift us up. The Cherokee calls these special people
their a na da lv –beloved sisters. Sisters never
complain when we get lost in time and space – never forget to welcome us home. Sisters don’t have to be blood kin – for what does that matter when the relationship is stronger than ancestry. Love transcends so many dry places and makes us family by choice. What could be better than
to be a beloved sister?
THE LEGEND OF THE TEXAS BLUEBONNET
Stars-in-the-sky, young Indian maiden,
a lovely sight to see.
She lived there, somewhere in Texas,
with her tribe, and family.
All the warriors, young, and old,
were in a hungry mood.
They went out and search the plains,
but they would find no food.
The Summer drought, had forced the deer,
into the hills, and higher ground.
The buffalo was never seen,
bad omen coming down.
Keema was their Holy man,
they listened to his words.
Keema prayed for many days,
bring back the rain, and herds.
Tatanka was to go unseen,
Comanche people starved?
Great Spirit can you hear my plee,
Keema prayed with all his heart.
The women, and the children,
built a pile of wood, and sticks.
They did just what the old man said,
he was using all his tricks.
He took a burning hunting bow,
and threw it on the stack.
The fire burned religious flames,
to bring the herds all back.
Stars-in-the-Sky would sacrifice,
the thing she held so dear.
The doll she loved, and cherished most,
a birthday gift last year.
Her Father caught all the hides,
they used to make the cloths.
He painted them with berry juice,
and petals from the rose.
Her Mother made the braided hairs,
she plucked from her own head.
The doll was such a pretty sight,
she always took to bed.
Her younger brother Bright Eye's,
added to the dolls array.
He gave a Blue Jays Feather,
that he found the other day.
Tears in her eyes, and late at night,
her family all asleep.
She snuck out of her sleeping furs,
and through the night she creep-ed.
She found her way up to the cliff,
and the fire Keema made.
She put into the dying embers,
her doll she gently laid.
She would sacrifice her doll,
for her tribe and family.
If it would bring Tatanka back,
she did it happily.
The next morning she awoke,
commotion everywhere.
She ran out through the tepee flap,
and everyone just stair-ed.
All across the prairie,
and the hills were covered too.
grew these pretty flowers,
everyone was colored blue.
They were the color of the Jay,
the Feather in her hair.
Sacrificed the night before,
the doll that she placed there.
The heards came back, the tribe survived,
and everyone lived on it.
The State flower to this day,
is the Texas Bluebonnet
BY DANCE WITH WOLVES
THE TRAIL OF TEARS
TEARS AND DEATH
END OF THE TRAIL
~ PAINTING TITLE ~ MORNING TEARS
During the harsh winter of 1838-39 thousands of Cherokee were forced to leave their mountain homes and marched overland to Indian Territory. During the forced march across the snow covered land, over four thousand of the Cherokees died. The hardships suffered by the Cherokee people as they were forced to walk what later would be named The Trail of Tears, to a new home in Indian Territory, would be forever remembered. Like the people who took advantage of the Cherokee Removal the Ravens in the foreground of this painting tear apart a scarf that has Cherokee Nation written in embroidery
CHIEF JOSEPH RIDES TO SURRENDER
"I am tired of fighting.... from where the sun now stands, I will fight no more.
WOLF SHOW!!!
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Animal Spirit Guides ~ Which One Calls To You?
Bear Spirit Calls To You ~ Bear is spirit keeper of the West, the place of darkness, maturity and good harvest. Bears are active during the night and day. This symbolizes its connection with solar energy, that of strength and power, and lunar energy, that of intuition. The bear holds the teachings of introspection. When it shows up in your life pay attention to how you think, act and interact.
Bear's Wisdom Includes:
*Introspection
*Healing
*Solitude
*Change
*Communication with Spirit
*Birth and rebirth
*Transformation
*Astral travel
*Creature of dreams, shamans and mystics
*Visionaries
*Defense and revenge
*Wisdom
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An Indian Butterfly Legend
If anyone desires a wish to come true they must
capture a butterfly and whisper that wish to it.
Since they make no sound, they can't tell the wish
to anyone but the Great Spirit.
So by making the wish and releasing the butterfly
it will be taken to the heavens and be granted.