Native American Poetry from my Book “The Four Winds”.
Mother Earth , so precious to those old aging eyes.
Always catching this Indian. sitting and watching the ever changes of our way life.
We , as a people , people growing with this Earth.
Our strength embedded deep within its one heartbeat.
Our dependence on what she teaches us.
Showing us we are and will survive all.
Our precious Mother Earth .
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