Shooting Blind Poem by NikiAlex Zander

I am Da ’Ve, I am a Cherokee.
I want to ride the EndlessCanyons with My Brothers in Arms.
I want to live with the Spirits and all Their Charms.
We ride Our Horses and hunt the Buffalo in the Spring.
We need the meat and skins for Winter, all that They will bring.

Do you still remember Me?
The ‘Humming Birds Song’, will set Us free.

I am a Warrior, going through different trials.
Living Our lives, riding over Our different trails.
I have lived My past, My future is still free to Me.
Shooting Blind, Is it the food or the Shamans Peyote?

Thank YOU for the friend, YOU sent to help Me.
Please watch over Them, as YOU did for Me
To blow Her a kiss, that would be fun.
When You respect the Spirits, We can live as one.

I always Dreamed of riding into battle with You.
I wanted a Friend, who would always be true.
I want to live Our lives, free on the RangeLand.
I want to receive all that Nature has, maybe even, give Her a hand.

Open Your heart and see the New Ways.
We will not let Hate ruin Our 'Glory Days’.
We need to live together with Nature, so We all can live.
Move with the seasons so We get all They can give.

My Dog is a YukonBlack. My friend, Lost Child, is a Hawk.
Sometimes We run, sometimes We just walk.
No matter what is said, Im the only one to talk.

Listen to the Humming Bird, does She sing a song?
Will She sit on Your finger?
Maybe, but it won’t be for long.

Born to fly free, My Hunting Hawk, Lost Child
Soon to be released and go back into the wild.

We hunt together as a Team, Us Three.
My Dog, My Hawk and Me.
We hunt all through the day for Dove and Quail
When We work together, We never fail.



Follow the Wolf Pack, They know where the food is
We will make traps and snares, not all the game is His.

Tell My Maker, HE may have to wait.
The Reaper does not yet have His Hand on My Gate

We will fight Evil with all Our weapons and wits.
We will fight to ‘The End of Days. We will Never Quit.
A life worth fighting for against Nature or other Indian.
‘Shooting Blind’ it may be,
But it is My World We live in…