I hope that you will enjoy this second page on our Native Americans. It will not be a page on history but will contain Bits and Pieces in reference to them that I have found and enjoyed over a period of time. I leave the research to those that are knowledgeable about the Native Americans History.
Our Native Americans are a proud people, and they have and are serving their country well.
An Indian Angel
It was a rainy night in Leesburg,Fl.
At a bus station in town.
I watched a young girl weeping.
As her baggage was taken down.
It seems she'd lost her ticket
Changing buses in the night.
She begged him not to leave her there.
With no sign of help in sight.
The bus driver had a face of stone
And his heart was surly the same.
"Losing your ticket's like losing cash money"
He said and left her in the rain.
Then an old Indian man stood up,
And blocked the drivers way
And would not let him pass before
He said what he had to say.
"How can you leave that girl out there,
Have you no God to fear?
You know she had a ticket,
You can't just leave her here.
You can't put her out in a city,
Where she doesn't have a friend.
You will meet your schedule,
But she might meet her end".
The driver showed no sign
That he'd heard or cared
About the young girl's problem
Or how her travels fared.
So the old Indian said.
"For her fare I'll pay.
I'll give her a little money
To help her on her way."
He went and bought the ticket,
Then helped her to her place
And helped her put her baggage
In the overhead baggage space.
"How can I repay, she said,
The kindness you've shown tonight ?
We're strangers who won't meet again,
A mere Thank you doesn't seem right."
He said, "What goes around, comes around,
This I've learned with time...
What you give, you always get back.
What you sow, you reap in kind.
Always be helpful to others
And give what you can spare,
For by being kind to strangers,
We help Angels unawares."
Author Unknown
"The Legend of the Wolf Moon"
Was told to Tonya "Littlewolf", half Apache and founder of Wolf Mountain Sanctuary by her grandfather a full blooded Apache.
The animals met and decided they needed leadership. They chose two pairs, one from the water, one from the air, and two from the earth whose breeding together created two wolf cubs. The twe cubs were again placed on the earth. When they reached the right age, they walked to the opening of their den. When they opened their eyes for the first time that suthumn evening, the first thing they saw was the yellow harvest moon. The color of the moon absorbed into their eyes, thus creating the yellow eyes of wolf cubs. This color then absrbed into the eyes of all predatory animals.
The Trail of Tears
I look to the long road behind
My heart is heavy with my people's sorrow
Tears of grief I weep - for all that we have lost
As we march ever farther from theland of our birth
On The Trail of Tears
Mile after mile and day after day
Our people are fewer with each rising sun
Disease and starvation they take their terrible toll
And though we suffer still we march on
On The Trail of Tears
I watch my beloved weaken and fall
Upon the road so like many before
With tears in my eyes I hold my wife to my breast
And in my arms she breathes her last
On The Trail of Tears
Mile after mile and day after day
We march to a land promised us for all time
But I know that I can no longer go on
I know that is a land that I shall never see..
On The Trail of Tears
As my body - it falls to embrace the earth
MY sprit - it soars to greet the sky
With my dying breath am I finally set free
To begin the very long journey towards home
On The Trail of Tears
Author Brian Childers copywrited 1998
"I cannot think that we are useless or
God would not have created us.
There is one God
looking down on ua all.
We are all the children of one God."
Geronimo
I would like to thank everyone that has been involved in providing me over a period of time with the material you see on this page. It is a collection of Bits and Pieces that I have saved. I wish that I could give individual thanks to each and everyone, but I would not even know where to begin. If I have used anything that belongs to someone that they object to please let me know and I will remove it. Thank you
The secret ideals which have nourished in the American Indian, a unique character among the peoples of the earth. It's simplicity, it's reverence, it's bravery and uprightness must be left to make their own appeal to the American of today, who is the inheritor of our homes, our names, and our traditions. Since there is nothing left us but remembrance, at least let that remembrance be just !
Music: Indian Love Call
A Dreamcatcher Legend
"Long ago when the world was young, an old man sat on a high mountain and had a vision. In his vision, Iktomi, the great trickster and teacher of wisdom, appeared in the form of a spider. Iktomi spoke to him in a sacred language that only the old man could understand.
As he spoke, Iktomi the spider took the elder's willow hoop which had feathers, horse hairs, beads and offerings on it and began to spin a web. He spoke to the elder about the cycles of life...how we begin our lives as infants and we move on to childhood, and then to adulthood. Finally, we go to old age where we must be taken care of as infants, completing the cycle.
Iktomi said, "In each time of life there are many forces and different directions that can help or interfere with the harmony of nature, and also with Great Spirit and all of his wonderful teachings." Iktomi gave the web to the Lakota elder and said, "See, the web is a perfect circle but there is a hole in the center of the circle. If you believe in the Great Spirit, the web will catch your good dreams and ideas--and the bad ones will go through the hole. Use the web to help yourself and your people to reach your goals and make good use of your people's ideas, dreams and visions."
The elder passed on his vision to his people and even today, many of us use the dreamcatcher as the web of our life. It is hung above our beds or in the home to sift dreams and visions. The good of our dreams are captured in the web of life and carried with them....but any bad dreams escape through the center hole.
