Treasure Island

Paul Cutting

(11/26/58 / New Haven CT)

Flood of tears


Each word I felt was spirit fulled my eyes with tears
Each visual created in my mind followed everywhere
through the valley up the hills up to the mountain peek
I felt the love the hater the peacemaker and the meek
I cried with the sky as it fell throughout the land
I cried for all my brothers both beast and Native man
I cried for I could not help the reader never can
I died beside the flooded plains and then was borne again
I've lived through this with Spotted Bear safely in my chair
transfixed on every word I read the rains fell down like tears
feel the honor that I felt to hear this honed Man
God Bless My Native brothers and Bless there Native Land

Submitted: Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Edited: Thursday, April 21, 2011

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