I went to Little Bighorn
On a hot summer day,1987,
I wondered if the Seventh Cavalry
Was in hell or heaven -
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I am thunderstruck by this beautiful poem smoky, I have experianced something like this at a Pima ceremony.
love the ending....if our lives would ever touch the spirit of our Native Americans, we would find a new kind of freedom.... we do not own the earth... we are its children!
he allowed anger and a false sense of righteousness to devour him.... Crazy Horse wept after this battle... he knew it was the beginning of the end!
An amazing poem really like it, a great poem.