Virginia
United States
OF
HARD KNOCKS
CONS
TRUCTION SUPER 30 YEARS
BORN TENN
LIVED--VA,MD.,DC,
DO UN TO OTHERS---- AS YOU WOULD HAVE DONE UN TO YOU
My Journals (14)
galloping hard and fast;
For the eyes of those desperate riders had sighted
their man at last-
Sighted him off to Eastward, where the Cree en-
campment lay,
Where the cotton woods fringed the river, miles and
miles away.
Mistake him? Never! Mistake him? the famous
Eagle Chief!
That terror to all the settlers, that desperate Cattle
Thief-
That monstrous, fearless Indian, who lorded it over
the plain,
Who thieved and raided, and scouted, who rode like
a hurricane!
But they’ve tracked him across the prairie: they’ve
followed him hard and fast;
For those desperate English settlers have sighted
their man at last.
Up they wheeled to the tepees, all their British
blood aflame,
Bent on bullets and bloodshed, bent on bringing
down their game;
But they searched in vain for the Cattle Thief: that
lion had left his lair,
And they cursed like a troop of demons - for the
women alone were there.
"The sneaking Indian coward," they hissed; "he
hides while yet he can;
He’ll come in the night for cattle, but he’s scared
to face a man."
"Never!" and up from the cotton woods rang the
voice of Eagle Chief;
And right out into the open stepped, unarmed, the
Cattle Thief.
Was that the game they had coveted? Scarce fifty
years had rolled
Over that fleshless, hungry frame, starved to the
bone and old;
Over that wrinkled, tawny skin, unfed by the
warmth of blood.
Over those hungry, hollow eyes that glared for the
sight of food.
He turned, like a hunted lion: "I know not fear,"
said he;
And the word outleapt from his shrunken lips in
the language of the Cree.
"I’ll fight you, white-skins, one by one, till I kill
you all," he said;
But the threat was scarcely uttered, ere a dozen
balls of lead
Whizzed through the air about him like a shower
of metal rain,
And the gaunt old Indian Cattle Thief dropped
dead on the open plain.
And that band of cursing settlers gave one trium-
phant yell,
And rushed like a pack of demons on the body that
writhed and fell.
"Cut the fiend up into inches, throw his carcass on
the plain;
Let the wolves eat the cursed Indian, he’d have
treated us the same."
A dozen hands responded, a dozen knives gleamed
high,
But the first stroke was arrested by a woman’s
strange, wild cry.
And out into the open, with a courage past be-
lief,
She dashed, and spread her blanket o’er the corpse
of the Cattle Thief;
And the words outleapt form her shrunken lips in
the language of the Cree,
"If you mean to touch that body, you must cut
your way through me."
And that band of cursing settlers dropped back-
ward one by one,
For they knew that an Indian woman roused, was
a woman to let alone.
And then she raved in a frenzy that they scarcely
understood,
Raved of the wrongs she had suffered since her
earliest babyhood:
"Stand back, stand back, you white-skins, touch
that dead man to your shame;
You have stolen my father’s spirit, but his body I
only claim.
You have killed him, but you shall not dare to
touch him now he’s dead.
You have cursed, and called him a Cattle Thief,
though you robbed him first of bread-
Robbed him and robbed my people - look there, at
that shrunken face,
Starved with a hollow hunger, we owe to you and
your race.
What have you left to us of land, what have you
left of game,
What have you brought but evil, and curses since
you came?
How have you paid us for our game? how paid us
for our land?
By a book, to save our souls from the sins you
brought in your other hand.
Go back with your new religion, we never have
understood
Your robbing an Indian’s body, and mocking his
soul with food.
Go back with your new religion, and find - if find
you can -
The honest man you have ever made from out a
starving man.
You say your cattle are not ours, your meat is not
our meat;
When you pay for the land you live in, we’ll pay
for the meat we eat.
Give back our land and our country, give back our
herds of game;
Give back the furs and the forests that were ours
before you came;
Give back the peace and the plenty. Then come
with your new belief,
And blame, if you dare, the hunger that drove him to
be a thief."
AUTHOUR P.JOHNSON "MOHAWK" MOHAWK NAME = "TEAKHIONWAKE"
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It's not surprising that the Indian saw the wolf as a
significant animal. Both were hunters of which the
survival of their families depended. The Indian was
very aware of the many ways in which his own life
resembled those of the wolf. The wolf hunted for
himself and for his family. The wolf defended his
pack against enemy attack, as the Indian defended
his tribe. He had to be strong as an individual and
for the good of the pack. It was a sufficient system
of survival; and in the eyes of the Indian, no animal
did this as well as the wolf. The Indian worked to be
as well integrated in his environment, as he could see
the wolf was in the universe.
The hunter did not see the wolf as an enemy or
competitor, or as something less than himself.
His perception of the wolf was a realistic
assessment of the wolf's ability to survive and
thrive, to be in balance with the world they shared.
He respected the wolf's patience and perseverance,
which were his most effective hunting weapons.
To say he hunted like a wolf was the highest
compliment, just as to say a warrior fought
like the wolf was high praise.
The wolf fulfilled two roles for the Indian. He was a
powerful and mysterious animal, and so perceived by
most tribes, and he was a medicine animal, identified
with a particular individual, tribe or clan.
At a tribal level, the attraction to the wolf was strong, because the wolf lived in a way that made the tribe strong. He provided food for all, including the old and sick members of the pack. He saw to the education of his children. He defended his territory against other wolves.
At a personal level, those for whom the wolf was a
medicine animal or personal totem understood the
qualities that made the wolf stand out as an individual.
For example, his stamina, ability to track well and go
without food for long periods
The definition and defense of home range was as
important to the Indian as it was to the wolf. The
boundaries of most Indian territories, like those of
wolves, changed with the movement of game herds,
the size of the tribe and the time of year.
The tribe, like the pack broke up at certain times
of the year, and joined together later to hunt more
efficiently. Both the wolf and the Indian hunted
the same type of game and moved their families
to follow specific game herds.
Deer sought security from Indian hunters by
moving into the border area between warring
tribes, where hunters were least likely to show
up, just as they did between wolf territories,
where wolves spent the least time hunting.
The Indian believed that dying was not a tragic
thing. It was important to the Indian that he die
well, with dignity, to consciously choose to die
even if it is inevitable. This kind of self-control in
the face of death earns a warrior the greatest glory.
This way of thinking is similar to the moment of
eye contact when a wolf meets it's prey. This
"conversation of death" determines whether the
prey lives or dies. The prey must be willing to die.
There is nobility in this mutual agreement.
Among the Cherokee, was a belief that to kill a wolf was to invite retribution from other wolves. This way of thinking parallels the laws of the tribe, where to kill an Indian meant to expect revenge from his family members.
Wolves ate grass, as Indians ate wild plants, both for
medicinal reasons. Both were family oriented and
highly social in structure. Both the Indian and the
wolf used a sign language.
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I go to sleep;Im forty five.
With my five kids and spouse alive
We're at our cottage by the lake.
We swim,we sail and then we take
A boat ride to blueberry hill
Where we all pick for pies to fill.
The evening comes, the lake's is like glass
That cracks as loons and bevers pass. .
Then crickets start their nightly tune
Which ends the day,oh far too soon.
It was a time of so much fun.
I wake alone; I'm ninety - one.
BY DOUG E. BAR
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LANDSCAPES--------------------------------------------
SUNSETS-------------------------------------------------
AND "FLOWERS "
Thank you members all ,for your contributions
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Orange Rose
White rose peeps, weeps too purely,
while red shows scarlet sins,
subjectivism’s surely
a set of moral gins.
Yet an orange rose shows gaily,
a ball of fire and flame,
but when it blows away we
may ask - “what’s in a name? ”
Both white and red demurely
like angels sit on pins
and needles - immaturely
lapelled ere bloom begins; -
But an orange! rows of trees we
plant carefully and claim
the orange rose to tease, - see
love came to play the game.
Though passion in a fashion
attracts at Valentine’s
true love one should not ration
to sprightly Columbines.
Some send bud blood, cream, peachy,
flush plush on petal tips,
with a dress from Nina Ricci
and a wallet full of tips,
I, eyeing orange grandeur,
from red, white, thorny, change, -
chromatic spectrum’s splendour
finds preconceptions strange
as love to true beholder
no colours sees but stream
whose energies true hold a
soul’s music, tender dreams.
Poor falcon wings so lonely,
no rhyme therewith we find,
and as for love there’s only
above glove, dove, - shove signed!
That red rose wings like falcon,
that white dove rhymes with love,
may colour poets’ balcon
-y pruned by critic’s glove,
yet an Orange rose flamboyant
leaves red, white, in the shade,
its petals bright flame, buoyant
of such are poems made...by John Boyle O’Reily
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TREASURE THIS KING
He’s as graceful as they come
A descendent from above
There is no fear nor is there shame
The mountians his nest the sky his domain
He doesn’t borrow, nor dose he steel
fighting the forces of nature
to find his next meal
But he’s in serious danger
with all the power that he obtains
His life may soon end
because of senseless human gains
Please treasure this king
respect as you may
He’s the almighty eagle
of the U.S.A. POEM BY HOPE RUTLAGE
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LIGHTNING CAN STRIKE TWICE !
Contry to the common expression ,lightning can and often does strike the same place twice,espeially tall buildings or exposed mountiantops.Clouds-to-ground lightning bolts are a common phenomenon--about 100 strikes the earths surfice every single second--yet their power is extraordinary.each bolt can contain up to one billion volts of electricty.-----All pictures were picked up off of Nationial Geographic free picture page.photos buy Willum Curstinger---Michal Niichols
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SETTING UP ALTERS
Setting up altars
questing to desperately find truth
looking outside
expecting a sign
of some forgotten paradise
it lives right here
dramatic entanglements
unfurling enlightenment
in the grain of sand
and a single rain drop
bring them within
these moments so small
most go unnoticed
there is harmony
in each moment
alters to the divine
if you open your eyes.---------------by mark The web picture public domain (NASSA ')
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JUST TAKE A DEEP BREATH & DREAM A LITTLE OR EVEN WISH,IT DOSE’T HURT AT ALL. 
COULD 
HELP ! 
YOU 
NEVER 
KNOW 
TILL YOU TRY.
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