Indian Spirits Poem by Howard Kern

Even Chief Red Cloud was very proud,
When his sprit came back down,
And mingled with us, on the reservation…

It may be tough to conceive, when we ask you to believe,
We called all the spirits we knew,
To come back and help, from Indian heaven,
It’s true I’m here to say; I tell you this day,
For I was there, calling a spirit or two,
To help in the big show at the reservation …

We started fires, and banged on drums,
As coronets tickled the heavens,
When the spirits we contrived, seem to come alive,
At least for those who were there, and acutely were aware,
The modern pride, of the Cherokee Nation…

The raptors were flying free, as the wolf-pack was gnashing,
And the Cave-Bear Klan was sent in to clear the air,
As the Moose was let loose, and up the sidelines he flew,
Leaving a wake of opponents who never knew,
If you come to the reservation, prepare for degradation,
The PNG Indians got something to prove…

As our infamy grew, the crowds did too,
In a purple and white color destination,
Smallest in a class, and meanest in the State,
The PNG Indians’ have come to town!
We won’t mess around, making you feel like a clown,
Because we still have something to prove…

It’s tough to be bold, and live to a higher code,
People remember being there, and the code we share,
Never quit of give in, till the bitter end, and then declare,
You gave your all to the reservation, saying with no hesitation,
Port Neches-Groves Indian for life, I say with some jubilation,

I was there! ! !
As Indian spirits helped PN-G become the pride of the whole Cherokee Nation…

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Howard L. Kern