Indian Spirit

The eagle soars in the sky as the

warrior below prepares to die with only

a knife in his hand he goes into battle

to protect his land.



One against many he has no chance

but he prepares him self with a traditional dance

he prays to the spirit world to guide him through.



But he feels the pain as the knife goes

deep into his chest, his eyes closes slowly

as he falls to the ground.



The eagle soaring above in the sky

waiting for his spirit as the warrior

begins to die.



The eagle screaming to the spirits



as the warrior dies he looks above and

sees the eagle soaring in the sky.



At that moment the spirit leaves the

indian warrior, his body dies now the indians

spirit is carried through the sky now

he enters the spirit world,never to die...


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Ruth Lovejoy's picture

what an absolutely beautiful piece!

poetvg's picture

i love this
poem it
takes me
back to
my native
american roots :*)

great work on this Mr Ron

pamschwetz's picture

Wow...I love Indians and have a kindred spirit with them that goes way back and my mom's last name means Eagle and she has cancer and is a survivor and keeps on keepin on but this poem really speaks to me, keep writing word man....Pam

Ruth Lovejoy's picture

beautiful,I will print this and send to my friend Elaine in Ticonderoga she is American Indian. Just beautiful!