You Give Us
Oh Mother of Earth
on you we rely
Who cares for us
though you we try
When you break down
in rage we cry
Yet because of us
you live or die
-
Each year in Spring
is new life born
And with vibrant colors
the earth you adorn
When new green foliage
by trees are worn
It’s not the Winter
for which we mourn
-
Oh Mother, oh Mother
of Earth in all
The Winter, the Spring
the Summer and Fall
You care for us
both great and small
The return be done
by us one and all!
Teresa Marie 1/15/12
Poetry Picnic Week 22: Spring, Colors, Trees, and New Lives
The Native American Indian Lived
(image source: dreamworlds.ru)
Long ago the Native American
lived as a proud Indian
Earth was their Mother
wildlife were sister or brother
Great Spirit in the sky
Father to which they cry
As round the fire they prance
performing their rituals in dance
To beating of a drum
were the chants they’d hum
Understanding the true enormity
of living life in harmony
Together a tribe would band
to care for their land
Grateful for Mother’s yield
from wildlife to field
They lived not in haste
and nothing went to waste
And ‘twould yet be so
if white man didn’t show
Up on their shores
while carrying diseased spores
To spread across the land
and massive lives demand
That once it was begun
the Native Americans were overrun
As no warnings we’d heed
they became a dying breed
With the land in devastation
forced to live in alienation
In the place that did belong
to the Native Indians all along!
Teresa Marie 12/13/11 ©
