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Indian Poetry
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The Calling
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By Gerald Fisher
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| The fire is dancing tonight and the winds
are talking |
| Dancers from past lives enter the circle |
| Leading me back and forth through the history
of myself |
| The mind searches as the spirit dances |
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| The drums...dancing to the heartbeat |
| Memories of long ago insights to the
future |
| I hear the winds whispering my sweat lodge
dreams |
| I see Sungmanitu tanka (the wolf) my
guide |
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| He shows me the ancestors, not mine |
| They are not Lakota, or Tsalagi, or
Iroquois |
| But they are all Nations, one Nation |
| Speaking with wisdom to share with each
other |
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| Yesterdays create todays and promises of
tomorrow |
| The lies will die with the smoke |
| And the whispers of the winds are clear and
loud |
| And we shall all see the return of the
buffalo |
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