The Indians Danced

The Indians danced, along time ago,
Waters were clean, green grass grew,
The Indians danced, the wild wind blew,
The land was flourishing, before me and you.
The Indians romped,
no reservations then,
Can't remember when -
The Indians had a home,
And they called it all their own,
AND They called it ALL their OWN.

Now, strawberries turned to gray,
And the Indian stands and looks.
And his silence is thunder, pain
Not written in the history books.
The Indians danced, their dance is gone,
Took 'way their home, their freedom, song.
Laid them to rest, in polluted streams,
In shrouded skies, the Indian dreams.
The Indian cries
the Indian dies,
So, like the lies,
of Peace!

1971

by
Lady LaMythica

By Linda A. Copp © 1971-2014

By Lady LaMythica, Linda A. Copp © All rights reserved World Wide
including but not limited to 1971-2014

The music heard on this page is "Big Sky" by Keith Spillman.

To hear more beautiful compositions of Keith 's go to his site, Tunes from the Little Kitchen.

This Poem was written during the Frank's Landing incidents in Washington State, when Native Americans were denied their fishing rights, granted to them by their many treaties with the United States government.
Many were killed in this struggle to not only fish but survive.

Native American Indians are not extinct. They like their Great Spirit are waiting To share their history and their culture. To learn the facts and more about Native Americans we recommend you click on the link below!

BuffySainte Marie

And Schools interested in forming an educational partnership on Native American History and Culture should contact:

The Cradleboard Project