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Blow Choctaw wind
I hear the voice above
the voice of thunder
from behind the black clouds...

I hear the voice from below
the stampede of the buffalo
the tune of the crickets
from among the green plants...

So be it
mother gaia
where life begins
the cedar, oak, pine and the willow..

I am from the south
the land down below
where the turtle is silent
my grandfather's strung their bow...

I call for freedom
to the end of the land
the Seminole, Comanche, all bands
I call for the Four Sacred Winds...

Meet me at the rainbow stairs
follow the trail of song and sand
from where my father's came
out of the sky-land...
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Posted: Oct 2014
About this poem:
Happy Sunday! A write about heritage and being from the deep south..My Native American descent (Choctaw)..I'm of Irish and Choctaw descent...Thank you!

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beautifulyou
that must be an amazing experience to have such ancestry within your life blood

Thanks for sharing this with us ken rose
WILDANDREADY
AROUSING ALL THE TRIBES EH! LET ME RIDE TO THE LITTLE BIG HORN, TO WARN, CUSTER! HOW! GOOD WRITE!dancingTRAVIS
Spartacus2012
Thank you for the lovely visit B.Y.!

Kenrose
Spartacus2012
Thanks for stopping by Travis..Much appreciated!

Kenthanks
Poetnumber1
Good write Ken. A delightful read. Enjoyed the history.
Spartacus2012
Thank you poet buddy..Hope all is well....


Regards,

Kenwriting
cafetwo2010
Beautiful tribute bro. I love the artwork and the whole flavor of
your poem.
Cafe
Spartacus2012
Thank you brother Cafe..Greetings from southern Mississippi!


Kencheers
SCatlyn
Love this poem, Ken!

As Cafe said, the whole feel of it... and I can tell you're from the south in the descriptions of the various trees(I'm extremely allergic to those cedars-lol), and the turtles - lots in Okla. where I lived many years, though it's not considered the South - I lived in Moore(land of tornado alley), and just miles from Choctaw, Okla. I believe Oklahoma means red dirt -which it has tons of.
Many friends there also, who have Indian blood - mostly Cherokee and Comanche.
(Elvis Presley-from the deep South of Mississippi-was Irish/Cherokee heritage).

Aww... beautiful lines - 'Meet me at the rainbow stairs
follow the trail of song and sand'


Cat rose
Spartacus2012
Thank you Cat for the visit!..Yes Elvis was born in Tupelo, north of me here in Mississippi..



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