Native American Indian Poetry

Native American Indian Poetry

Don't cry anymore tears for me,

I'm at peace; I'm finally free.

Like the eagle in the sky,

I am soaring; so please don't cry.

I know you love me, I love you too,

But my time was over, was finally through.

I have ascended to a better place,

Which is no confined by time or space.

To those who loved me, I did not fall,

I only succumed to a higher call.

Do not mourn me, I am with you still,

I'll be with you always, from dawn.....until.

AS THE EAGLE SOARS

How graceful and brilliant the Eagle does soar,
So far up in the sky.
Without any effort it glides right along,
Over mountains it does effortlessly fly.
So small a creature, yet mighty and strong,
with determination to conquer it all.
Without any worry it soars all alone,
I wonder if it ever does fall.
I realize the Eagle sometimes fails to prove
the majesty it desires to proclaim.
It just gets back up and launches again,
And continues without pity or shame.
It remains so proud and full of respect,
Yet perfection it does not possess.
It also must learn from the mistakes it does make,
And as the Eagle, I too must confess.
My feathers get ruffled when the wind starts to blow,
And it hurts whenever I fall.
Unlike the Eagle I know in my heart,
On God I always can call.
He is always there with His wings open wide
to direct me on a new flight.
He smoothes out my feathers and opens my eyes,
And again makes my dark world so bright.
He welcomes back Hope, adds desire to my life,
And instills Joy back in my heart.
He forgives me once more, gives me direction to go,
And like the Eagle, a new flight I start.
He teaches me patience, He renews my lost strength,
And He mounts me up on new wings to fly.
He cares enough for the Eagle to climb,
So As The Eagle Soars, so must I.

~SOARING LIKE AN EAGLE~

Soaring high like an eagle

Dance to the beat of the drum

Listen as sounds in the distance

Draws you closer yet stillness succumbs.

Heartbeats like music keep strumming

Lifting my spirit within

Soon heavy fog will surround me

The stars in the distance will dim.

Faster yet I still keep moving

Wandering off the safe path

Hoping for daylight's appearing

Avoiding the storm's great wrath.

Thunder and lighting come crashing

No sounds do the eagles make

For soon they too will take cover

Soaring quickly over the lakes.

Lifting yet higher and higher

Sailing on currents of wind

This too shall pass for the eagle

The storm shall come to an end.

Sunshine and rainbows will follow

The songs of the day will begin

That which the eagle endures

Has given us hope once again.

I see the land below me

Stretching endlessly away...

Green with grass and trees

flowers in the measow.

I see a stream winding through.

Life abounds here...

Hawk, wolf and more.

Higher and higher I go...

Caught in the airflow.

My wings stretch out.

and change direction.

I see far beyond myself.

I feel my heart beat.

A woman in the road.

I touched her with my being.

Now she flies with me.

An ancient Chippewa tradition
The dream net has been made
For many generations
Where spirit dreams have played.

Hung above the cradle board,
Or in the lodge up high,
The dream net catches bad dreams,
While good dreams slip on by.

Bad dreams become entangled
Among the sinew thread.
Good dreams slip through the center hole,
While you dream upon your bed.

This is an ancient legend,
Since dreams will never cease,
Hang this dream net above your bed,
Dream on, and be at peace.