I'm very small
I am called Standing Tall
My story to be read as i live through it all


Our Dakota lands are forest and vast 
Where our ancestors have hunted
From long in the past


Our tribes are, a confederation of seven
With our language of Lakota, Sioux heaven
We stand proud as we remember our past
And look to our gods, to make it all last


A silhouette on the prairie hill i see
This shape in the distance is new to me
As we sleep in the night, we hear guns and blows
We arise from our camp, to look for the noise
We creep on the prairie to their surprise
Under the moon, where the land would flow
No longer the Buffalo


We mount our ponies to challenge these men
What gives them this right to kill and maim
Bodies of beasts, furs cut away
Missing heads, a ghastly slay


On reaching their camp our bows stretched
Arrows screech, hit the wretched
Watch them fall to the prairie floor
Just like the Buffalo did hours before


Years have passed as we are moved from our lands 
These poisonous men, and their poisonous glands
Bringing illness fever and strife
Ending many a Lakota life


We reach a point in History
Which made the white man sit up and see
Their Golden Child,  General George Custer
And the Little Big Horn, my what a disaster


Arapaho, Cheyenne and us Lakota too
Sliced the Blue Jackets, their Scouts too
The US Cavalry would have their glee
At the Battle Of Wounded Knee
Where Sitting Bull would finally rest
Standing Tall's story last's the test
If we Indians had the same resources
Like the silhouette on the hill
These prairie we always had. would be ours still


For Kachi Nita - Choctaw Girl
The Choctaw Indians
From the southern states
This Muskogean group
Like others, their future waits
The American Revolution
Supporting the thirteen states
But history would tell them
As they learn-ed their fate
They were the first Native Americans
To march The Trail of Tears
A supportive tribe
Now living modern fears
To Oklahoma exiled
For the US to expand
To save them from extinction
The want of their land
Ratification of 

The Treaty of Dancing Creek
And their politics began
The Choctaw who stayed
In newly formed Mississippi state
The first to become citizens
On America's plate
The humanity of this tribe
Echoed so loud
The Great Irish Famine
Serving these Irish proud
History has noted
The pride in their race
Always willing to serve
No matter the place
In World War 1
They exceeded and rode
The Choctaw language
In Military code
For Kichi Nita
And, Ima Chi Ona
Two Choctaw ladies
Off awesome persona
They carry their past
Like the wind and the eagle
A tribe of true America
The Choctaw People


Gift for Gentle Deer

Cherokee warrior i am

First son of the chief
Named, Bright Cloud

After my ancestors belief
Bride i must choose
For my sons to be born
Ceremonial dress
Tee-pee adorned
My gift to my wife
A beast so grand

Lipizzaner so white
Standing 15 hands
On the day of our wedding
Ohio River so blue

Our ancestors above
Look down on us, two
Warriors and families
Surround our souls
As we are joined together
Like a mare and her foal
Ceremony ends
To our Tee-pee we go
Ancestral chants
In the background slows
Through the night as we dream
As our spirits flow
As i wake in the morning
Our life starts to grow
Years pass
For this Deer and her Cloud
Three sons she has bore
Standing tall and so proud
     < for Gentle Deer >


Mass Execution
The Dakota Wars
Took their toll
Native Indians
Out of control
Five settlers were killed
Is what started it all
Little Crow declared
More would fall
This all happened
Many years ago
As the history books
And the records show
August 16th
Treaty payments arrived
Truly due
But the fighting had started
Like i stated above
Settlers and Indians
There was rarely love

August 18th
Little Crow on the warpath
Tensions grew
The Battle of Redwood Ferry
24 soldiers killed
Dakota war parties continued
How could relations build
At the battle of Wood Lake
The Dakota surrendered
269, quite a crew
In Mid December
The trials were set
330 convicted
Their fate to be met
Lincoln commuted
Most of the above
Leaving 39
For the deathly shove
One was reprieved
Leaving 38
Execution date
December 26th
In Mankato, Minnesota
The 38 flew
To be with their ancestors
Fly on the wind
Chant with their spirits
In plea to rescind
The above date
Histories numeration
Is written as America's
Largest mass execution 
And the Civil War
Two tragic tolls
Above the Dakota Wars



Spiritual winds,
Good dreams filter, sleeper sleeps;
Web catches the bad,



Last of the Mahican

Eastern Algonquian 
Native American tribe
An Indian of Indians
As history scribes
This Muhhekunneuw
People of the river
In the tribes around them
In terror shiver
Hudson river warriors
Another tribe chased from their homes
Hounded by horrors
Government clones
A few hundred years later
Its really hard to believe
This warrior tribes
Language in cease
To die with the others
Its their history that's lost
No intelligence to preserve it
Not the white man's cost
Wisconsin settled
With the Munsee
In 200 years time
They'll be here, you'll see


Oliver O. Howard The Christian General 

Respect in uniform
A man with respect
Major Oliver O. Howard
One of the US Armies best

A courageous soldier
With an order to follow
Dis-quell the Indian Wars
So there be peace tomorrow
Born in Maine
His dad died when he was nine
But this little boy

Turned out oh so fine
At nineteen, he graduated
A young man, already well rated
1854 Military pass
This bright young man, 4th in his class
Time advances to the Indian Wars
To do his duties, soldier sworn
To quell the fighting, peace be ours
Chief Joseph and the Indian colors
His task achieved, tho Indian losses
Orders he served, from Washington's bosses
Chief Joseph, from his lands he was moved
To Oklahoma, situation defused
1894 the retirement of he
Major General what he rose to be
Universities and College named in his name
This quite amazing soldier of Military Fame
" When i heard about this gentleman, it desired me to write.

Unknown to me he has actually been in the historical background of one of my poems,

and an ancestor of one of our poets "

The American

On the Greatest country on this Earth

The American, country of their birth
Sioux, Cree, Apache

Native Indians all of thee
For generations they hunt and live
Summer bloom, Winter sieve
Move their tribes on freedom lands
Explorers show their poisonous glands
Spaniards, British, French too
Expect to take your lands from you

Many battles many deaths
Arrows against their weaponry strength
Colonial life as races bond
Indian kids, haired blonde
Civilization hope, wars fade
Has this great country made the grade
This country takes another turn
Whilst neighbors fight and burn
The North and South differ so
Free the slaves, let them go
Awesome words from Abe the man
Freedom to all, his major plan
But blinkered sight from those so grand
Who actually owns this wonderful land
Decades pass, the States grow
Neighbor hoods flourish - flow
American Hispanic, Negro too
Europeans like me and you
But sadly in the background mist
The most important has been missed
Do I need to tell you who they are?

Indigenous Man, your ultimate clan
They are The American


White Mans Gift


From their first step
On my tribal lands
The sickness starts
From their poisoned glands
My land they take
They call it home
Our prairie soul
Where my buffalo roam
Degraded with uproot
Barren land to land
Their grass is green
While ours is sand
Strong tribes diminish
Illness rife
White mans strife
Their eventual
Was to wipe us out
Brave nations
No longer shout
Many battles and conflicts
Arrows against guns
Their ultimate
Have us on the run
As I look back
At these history rifts
Where would we be
Without those
White Mans Gifts

Shasta Costa Girl
Proud Shasta girl
Overlooks her lands
As the Eagle soars above
Their future bland
The Rogue River Wars
Of 1855-56
Where many tribes
Were forced to mix
Three reservations
Where they were told to exist
Coast, Siletz and Alsea
To never resist
But tomorrows change
For the proof of the past
Is the Restoration Bill
So these tribes can last
On November 18th 1977
The second tribe in the US
Given Full Restoration
After all these years
Their future in their hands
And their ancestors past tears


Massacred Nation


The year 1890
December 29th
Wounded Knee, South Dakota
My tribe lost their lives


The USS 7th
On their orders so
To round up the Sioux
Railroad herd them and go 


Us Lakota were next
To disarm their request
But my cousin Black Coyote
At best he was deaf


Not hearing the orders
To lay down our guns
A chain reaction
Ensued on my tribal ones


Chaos and mayhem
Distressed our grounds
This proud nation
Beaten down


Men, women and children
300 slain
Another reminder
For the white mans gain


To disrespect the fallen
Slows our souls to our gods
We were left in a blizzard
Hardened like logs


In three days we rose
Civilians did lift
And dumped us unceremoniously
In a hole in the drift


My corpse and my peoples
Stripped and robbed
As flakes of snow
Confirm our spirits have sobbed


As i am reborn again
In another country
It gives me the freedom
To look back and see


That December day in 1890
Gunning down innocent ones
Not so mighty
The Medal of Honor
In their distinguished past
The record still stands
On their chests they flash


But attitudes change
As two centuries pass
The Medal Of Honor
Has won back its class
No longer the weak
Gunned down by the strong
Its man against man
Sometimes they do wrong


So as i sit back in my adopted nation
Will i live again past this lives station
Writing the wrongs of modern man
This Lakota warrior who never