Stones Beneath My Feet
Stones beneath my feet
Earth’s pearls of perils
Falling around my toes
Fossils of ages gone by
Worn by trails of tears
My ancestor’s journey
To face giant shadows
Moving the Cherokee
Beyond the boundary
Of a tribe’s inheritance
To their higher ground
Where the eagle soared
Against a Mighty Wind
Within the Great Spirit
To deliver our families
To the Earth at my feet
©Kathy Paysen 2009
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Stones beneath the White mans Feet
Philip Winchester
What makes the White Man in days bygone,
Think that he was upon a mission from God.
To rape and pillage something which was not
his to own,Gods jewells on a massive Continent.
All Nations equally are Guilty without Shame.
The Romans,Huns,the Mongols,Spanish and the French.
And us the English we have Guilt to Face,Austrailans have
screwed the Poorest Abbos now for Years.I fear.
Behopes things change before the Planet is Diluted for
their supposed Good into Western Suits and ties.
Where once a fig leaf hid the modesty of the Native Man.
This verse in tribute to your fine Prose,written just for you,
and written in the Now. Gods words to my ears then to you.
You see there is a God , He looks and sees and Smiles upon You.
~Earth, Wind, Fire, God's Deisres~
Philip,
Thank you for your beautiful thoughts. Your spirit of love unfolds in your prose.
Skyscrapers reach the heavens, but humanity is planted in God's earth. The earth is God's colors in full array.
We are the eyes for His colorful vision.
Our thoughts rain on the earth. His thoughts rain in us. We must reflect the Spirit that pours into us.
Warm regards,
Kathy
Gods desire
Philip Winchester
Your Words have a wonderful thread
You translate well and You and I can
Understand and read between our lines
as you can see God`s Truth in our words.
Like can indeed walk with Like.
You and I strolling arm in arm.
Singing Praises as we Go
Down Manhattens 5th Avenue.
Central park to Union Square.
Jaws dropping as we Walk on By.
Kind Regards.
Philip
~Mirrors for Battle~
Reflections of God's face, armed for battle, here our song.
New York is a great place for a battle. Okay, arm and arm we go. We will sing and walk until all jaws drop.
This is a very cute visual. You made my jaw drop.
Warm regards,
Kathy
Great Poem
You have awesome talent when it comes to writing! This is the talent that i look up to as a young writer. I loved this poem, it just makes me want to keep coming back to read it!
Thanks for posting-
Britishkid16
~BritishKid16~
What a beautiful comment you left me. It is awesome to know that a young writer enjoys my work.
I have learned that when you write daily, your mind grows. I think writing is like training for the Olympics, the more you exercise, the stronger you get.
I am happy to meet you and look forward to reading your thoughts.
Warm regards,
Kathy