Grandfather Wolf

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    Grandfather Wolf

     As I walk onto the reservation-
    I feel the veil being raised.
    Here the two paths collide
    Past and present closer inside the veil
    Then outside the gate-
    I make my journey
    Down the trail of history-
    my ancestors stand proud
    as I draw near
    "Grandfather, why is the world today so lost?"
    "Child of my blood, the people have
    forgotten us- our ways."
    "But Grandfather, why is the world so lost?"
    "Child, with out your past, you can not have a future?"
    The trail fades as I leave the hunting grounds of my people
    "Grandfather, do not let me forget!"
    "Child, your blood already has."
    As I awaken, I feel the tears on my cheeks-
    And know- I forgotten something important.

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    Hampton commented on Grandfather Wolf

    08-19-2009

    This is a lovely poem encompassing a world that in many ways, sadly, still stands apart in this its native land.
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    StandingBear commented on Grandfather Wolf

    08-18-2009

    A fascinating work relating almost forgotten native ways. I've a poem for the Cherokee, my people per The Trail Of Tears titled "Your Progress" under my "Drivingczar pen name"here at OP. Yours is a great, creative write to enter the UPA.
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    WordSlinger commented on Grandfather Wolf

    08-16-2009

    This is well written to my opinion very cool. And so true, the good ways are forgotten, I admire this.
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    BraveMoon commented on Grandfather Wolf

    08-16-2009

    Energy can neither be created nor destroyed, only transferred from one to another living thing (Animal, Plant, Mineral) keep searching, they still love us He loves us eternally, how could our 'parents ultimately do less in enlightenment?
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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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