Happy Hunting Grounds

Happy Hunting Grounds

A Poem by Joshua Carl Cruz
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Teepee Wheeeeeeeeeee!!!

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My wife is an indian.
A chieftainess 
in resplendant headress.
My naked,
bedtime war priestess.  
The elusive buffalo to 
my Happy Hunting Grounds.
Wakan Tanka! 
She guides my spirit.
We are forever linked. 
From tree to fallen leaf, 
to the mountains strewn with flowers.
Wakan Tanka! 
She is our Giver. 
Each others love forever flows 
from the mystic rivers 
to the infinite cosmos. 
She is my tribe. 
My native bride. 
My peyote fling. 
My wife is an indian
even when I don't 
pretend her to be.  

© 2017 Joshua Carl Cruz


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this is beautiful and heart tearing, in the bestest way possible!

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Added on August 20, 2015
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Joshua Carl Cruz
Joshua Carl Cruz

Mexico City, D.F., Mexico



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