tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72192978925002887842023-11-15T06:55:37.358-08:00Red Pathblackfeather33http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290816060558089273noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7219297892500288784.post-33882407915829947342009-12-05T07:02:00.000-08:002009-12-05T12:28:13.008-08:00Still TimeNot long ago a friend, at a gathering,of American Indians,said that he believed , the heritage<br />and legacy was lost to the children,of our people. To him I say ,there is still time.<br /> <br />Dedicated to White Feather my Soulmate<br /><br />Still Time<br /><br />Each day is a new beginning, if we will only try.<br />the road of life is long and hard, and we know the reasons why.<br /><br />The world is not what it used to be. many years ago, the lack of<br />love of natures things, and the rivers slow their flow.<br /><br />We do not dance as we once did, or sing our songs of life,<br />We do not share the things we did , with our children or our wives.<br /><br />We have buried our traditions, and wear them inside out.<br />no longer is their pride within, no longer do we shout.<br /><br />Are we the apple Indians the people say we are ? have we gone<br />beyond, all hope, is it close, or much too far.<br /><br />I say no ,their is still time, to make our fathers proud.<br />To sing and dance, and touch the sky, and shout our joy out loud<br /><br />Raven <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Black feather</span> 2009blackfeather33http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290816060558089273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7219297892500288784.post-83351051421114731282009-11-25T06:10:00.000-08:002009-11-25T09:26:49.242-08:00Raven,s White FeatherSee the Raven, soaring above the fields, wheeling,and turning , with the wind. The sun turns<br />his black wings,to flashes of ebony. I Raven <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Blackfeather</span>, also danced,as in the wind, before the flames of love. I feel the heat, and see the light, as I sway to and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">fro</span>. Raven' White Feather calls, to me, shining as the Sun, hear the rythum of our hearts, as we dance, to the Creators drum.<br />With each new day, our love grows strong, placed in the hands of Father Sky and Mother Earth.<br />Taking now our chosen path,we walk unafraid, our minds clear , our resolve as strong, as our Mother the oak, with purpose.<br /><br />My Brothers and sisters, each of us must chose the path of our life, I chose the Red Road.<br />Often , my feet stray, but the Medicne Wheel is my direction, and soon I am on the road<br />again.<br /><br />Raven Blackfeatherblackfeather33http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290816060558089273noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7219297892500288784.post-58120178390161772522009-11-18T12:38:00.000-08:002009-11-18T12:41:28.100-08:00Welcome to The Red PathI dedicate this Site to Feather. my insperation, I will Have much to say, in the days to come but for now. Follow the Red path to our Creator, and all He stands for.blackfeather33http://www.blogger.com/profile/02290816060558089273noreply@blogger.com0