my fathers
traded kindness
for want
fur for mirrors
land for beads
meat for smallpox
folded in blankets
what is left
for me to trade
or gamble
but spirit
the one thing I own
that is neither worn
nor broken
and mine
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I take your message – Keep the spirit free, always!
🙂 Definitely!
And not up for barter either!! 🙂
🙂 you know it!
I’d love to know where you took inspiration today, if external. A nice day’s work.
Thanks, Nelle. Just letting the eighth–or 16th, Native American out to play 🙂
Took a walk by the corn field behind my house 🙂
A mirror of your strength ~ loved it!
Thanks, sweetie!
Oh, baby! You got me! 🙂
🙂