Tipi

Native American poem

Winter camps of tribe nations  

traced many herds of long ago.  

Free without reservations,    

dependant on wild buffalo       

 

One thing carried blocked the sky,  

conical tents as they would roam. 

Place of shelter warm and dry,    

some hand sewn skins and poles were home.

 

One with natures’ Great Spirit,

taking only food to survive.  

Embraced earth, did not fear it.

This small haven kept them alive.

 

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

Hmm this one is interesting for sure

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Congrats on your win, this great poem

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Well written and well done. Great poem!

[Wicahpi]

This is a very serene poem that filled my heart with gladness.
Thank you for entering this in my "Native American" contest.

http://www.writerscafe.org/contests/Native-American-/9999/

Good Luck!

[Ed Hart]

you forgot to mention the scalps (and I'm not talking about the white man's)...they took what they took because it was all they knew how to take...

[Ferg]

a nice reflection on the native american spirit that fills this land