Still Time

Not long ago a friend, at a gathering,of American Indians,said that he believed , the heritage
and legacy was lost to the children,of our people. To him I say ,there is still time.

Dedicated to White Feather my Soulmate

Still Time

Each day is a new beginning, if we will only try.
the road of life is long and hard, and we know the reasons why.

The world is not what it used to be. many years ago, the lack of
love of natures things, and the rivers slow their flow.

We do not dance as we once did, or sing our songs of life,
We do not share the things we did , with our children or our wives.

We have buried our traditions, and wear them inside out.
no longer is their pride within, no longer do we shout.

Are we the apple Indians the people say we are ? have we gone
beyond, all hope, is it close, or much too far.

I say no ,their is still time, to make our fathers proud.
To sing and dance, and touch the sky, and shout our joy out loud

Raven Black feather 2009

Raven,s White Feather

See the Raven, soaring above the fields, wheeling,and turning , with the wind. The sun turns
his black wings,to flashes of ebony. I Raven Blackfeather, also danced,as in the wind, before the flames of love. I feel the heat, and see the light, as I sway to and fro. Raven' White Feather calls, to me, shining as the Sun, hear the rythum of our hearts, as we dance, to the Creators drum.
With each new day, our love grows strong, placed in the hands of Father Sky and Mother Earth.
Taking now our chosen path,we walk unafraid, our minds clear , our resolve as strong, as our Mother the oak, with purpose.

My Brothers and sisters, each of us must chose the path of our life, I chose the Red Road.
Often , my feet stray, but the Medicne Wheel is my direction, and soon I am on the road
again.

Raven Blackfeather

Welcome to The Red Path

I 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.