It Was Winter

Crow Scout 1908

A Prose Poem

 It was winter when he left the reservation. No one sought a vision in the winter, but he did. Maybe vision wasn’t the right word, but he needed cleansing from the despair, from the alcohol. It was good to be in the mountains again. The air lifted his spirits, the rocks were his strength.

He had everything he needed, a good mule, a good rifle, his bow (that he had made years ago), and some buffalo blankets. His heart was still grieving though for his people, and he knew that would take time. His mother dying was the final reason to leave.

Days later he was in front of a cave, with a fire going, when the vision did come. He saw his people being reborn. In the vision it was spring, and everything was blooming. They were strong again and happy. And he was in Canada, where his people were considered humans. He had a wife again, and she was expecting a child. She was happy, and free, instead of sick and dying.

He must take this vision back to his people, he thought, to encourage them. The end of all things was not yet.

They would all live again.

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Image a scout from the Crow Nation, taken in 1908, source: Pinterest

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Her Wedding Day

Bride - Early 1900's

A Prose Poem

It was her wedding day, so yes, she could smile again. It was true that she was young and her husband was a little older, but he loved her deeply. He was kind and gentle, like the others of her tribe. Somehow, because of the terrible times of the past, they were all aware now of how important it was, to be loving. They longed for there to be peace, and love always.

It was a new day, the salmon were running again, and her husband was not only a good hunter, he had started working at the lumberyard. All the men said it had to do with the Great Chief in Washington, showing the first people respect. He loved the wilderness, and hunting so much, he placed great pieces of land aside, to protect it, and to keep it sacred. It was a good sign.

And here it was now, her time to be married. She looked forward to the future, and all that the Great Spirit had in mind. This picture was taken just after she had prayed for many strong children, and that she and her husband would love each other – always. She knew that it was good. It was very, very good.

 

 

Writing © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Image of a First Nations bride, taken in the early 1900’s, from Pinterest

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Sacred Canyon

Mountains and Rivers 155

The Cheyenne drifted into the sacred canyon,

their spotted horses’ eyes,

filled with tears,

the sky was heavy.

They found a broken lance,

laying on the ground,

next to – a burned out lodge,

smoke rising.

The wolves scattered,

going away hungry,

panting, and breathless.

The mourning song came,

and an all-night prayer meeting,

so they could have the strength,

to forgive, instead of turning,

into vultures.

No one wanted,

another war.

 

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Blessings to everyone and peace!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Grateful

    Nez Perce Nation 1900
                       Nez Perce Nation 1900

My brothers, you’ve taught me courage,

in the midst of disaster,

that there is a resurrection,

for those who keep fighting,

living in the memories,

yet free – with forgiveness.

You’ve shown me,

that creation does sing,

making sense of darkness,

and to always look up,

with strength, and compassion,

letting the heart flow.

You have taught me well, my brothers,

and I am forever,

grateful.

Note: Even though this is about First Nations people, I consider all people, my brothers, and sisters.

 

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Image from Pinterest taken in 1900

Blessings to everyone, and peace!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Identity

via flicker

If I had a language, and a culture,

like the first people,

I would hold on to them,

close to my heart,

holding on with an iron grip,

and I would spend time,

with brothers and sisters, and cousins,

dancing, singing, feasting,

enjoying the creation, the life.

And if someone took,

my brothers, and sisters, and cousins,

from me, I would be angry,

if someone took my language,

my culture,

then and nowwho I am as a person,

away from me,

I would be angry,

if someone cut my hair,

cut off all our hair,

and threw it in the trash,

so we could look white,

I would be angry,

if someone put us in a school,

to practice being Christians,

to learn how to be white,

I would be angry.

Somehow though,girls in school

in order to survive,

I would have to let it go,

Somehow, I don’t know how,

but somehow,

I would have to learn,

how to forgive,

somehow.

Like Albert White Hat said,

“otherwise it will kill you”.

Forgive, somehow,

then I can be a real person, once again.

albert white hat

Note: This poem is about history, and in particular the boarding schools our nation forced First Nations people to go to. It was difficult to write.

 Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

top image from pinterest, additional images from google

Lakota Music in the Wind

Snow Moon Tipi

When I hear the Lakota songs

the language,

I think of the wind pushing lodge smoke,

up into the sky,

and the hands of time reversed,

to when the earth was new,

not old and dirty.

Where mothers held their children,

singing lullabies,

and men sharpened their arrows,

dreaming of the next hunt,

food for the people.

Grandmothers, and grandfathers,

told stories then, teaching the people,

about love and honor.

There were no rifles yet,

and young children could run safely,

not worried about sickness or death,

medicine men, and medicine women, brought healing.

The people alive,

maybe it was not paradise,

but at least their spirits were free,

and their culture flourished.

I love hearing, Lakota music in the wind.

Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

video from youtube, music by Earl Bullhead, artwork copyrights by original artists

image from pinterest