A collection of historic themed poetry, chants, essays and lyrics with links to the matching YouTube videos where readers can follow along and sing these original songs while being entertained by videos produced by Snowhawk Littlebear Productions.
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Here is a sample from UNFORGETTABLE YESTERDAYS:
a Native American Proverb
The Great Father above, a Spirit Chief is He.
I am His warrior, and with Him, I hunt to protect.
He throws me a lasso, and its name is Love’s Rope.
With it, my path is never lost, for His lasso
me where the river’s bank is green,
And the tranquil waters ease me.
He fills my soul with spiritual nourishment.
I eat and rest, and I am content.
When my heart was heavy with life's troubles,
And my steps were unsure, and I
A’ho, Spirit Chief brought me to my feet.
His bow is strong, his arrow a sure shot;
It points the way toward an honorable path.
Although many moons may pass, one day, I’ll hear
The call of my secret name, and I’ll
walk the Red Path.
Into the wide meadow of shadows, I’ll trek, without fear;
A’ho; though shadows lie thick on the ground; dark in wrath;
I travel sure-footed, for my heart-light shines bright.
The meadow of death lies between
two great mountains;
Spirit Chief walks with me; no evil dares harm me.
This life's heartaches and material woes stay behind me.
A’ho; I shall be satisfied with all I find that is right.
Although, at times, bitter can be Love’s
Spirit Chief provides a walking stick for me to lean on.
He spreads a banquet before me;
A’ho, and even the mountain lion shares
With the buffalo calf, as the rabbit does with the coyote;
His touch heals my body;
braids are soaked in scented oil.
All man’s woes flow away on the river;
Overflowing in generosity is Goodness’ bowl.
Bountiful and merciful is the Spirit Chief.
A’ho; Love’s Rope shall never be severed.
the passage of my moons, humble is my dance,
Honoring Earth and Sky is the reason why I dance;
Joyful, I am, walking on the Red Path, that last day.
A’ho; I journey to the Big Tepee sky-village, and there
I’ll meet all my relations
in the Happy Hunting Ground;
And we’ll live with the Spirit Chief in harmony,
And there we’ll stay in that peaceful meadow, forever-more.
Jerriann Law, this revision edited, Jan, 2014