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My Native Spirit

Always, is thinking … inside of me.
Continually, it reflects … outside of me.

I do not like … much of what I have seen.
This I will never share… because, inside I scream.

Why does your skin … turn darker in the sun ?
A question, many times asked … I would not run.

Something is different … about you, they would say.
Stand straight, silent, … be proud each day.

As a child, no real friends … no one to play.
I will be the cowboy .. you be the Indian, ran out of time to play.

Child, or Adult … I Will Not Work or Associate with you.
Work smarter, stronger, longer … life methodically passes by you.

Look at that man … with the high forehead, and cheek bones.
Where in the world .. does he call home ?

A little old lady … walks up to me, in a retail store.
Mister, I just wanted to ask … are you Iranian, there is trouble in store.

I am not 100% … a Native American.
By birth and flag … always, a responsible American.

Truthfully, I can remain inside … and be quite pale.
Why, should I punish myself … deep inside, I hurt, I wail.

Live quietly, reflect often … do not live in despair.
No matter, what happens … you really do care.

Now that I am old … and yes will not cover my gray.
Things are not much different, but what is normal, hey ?

What lives and struggles, I have lived … in any time or land.
My Native Spirit … is what holds me together, and is who, I am.

(Hal Brower 06/17/2011)

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When I lose a friend ….
I lose a rose, in a great garden.
Thorns and sweet memories,
are what is left behind.
The fragrance of the friendship,
must have grown stale.
I will always endeavor to remember,
the sweet fragrance that once prevailed.
Like a candle that fades into dark ….
I will always remember the flickers of light.
The flickers of light, like stars in the night.
Yes, friends move on .. interests change ….
After all, we are ethereal, forever in flux.
Someday, I hope … we will meet again 🙂
(Hal Brower 08/02/2011)

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The Further I Walk Into the Woods.
Am I Lost ? Will a Search Do Any Good ?
The Fog Is Now Dripping From Me Like Rain.
This Shower Like Feeling, Is Easing My Inner Pain.
I Am Breathing In This Strange Fog.
In the Distance I Hear a Multitude of Frogs.
The Aroma of the Fog, is Almost Sweet.
I Feel My Journey, is Almost Complete.
This is a Most Beautiful and Clinging Place.
The Fog is Making Dripping Paths Over My Face.
I Have an Odd Feeling, and Now I am Reeling.
It is Time at Best …. For Me To Take a Rest …..
Good Night to All ……. Good Day Will Soon Call …
♥ Lღ√Ƹ ♥. *•♪ღ♪*•
(Hal Brower 06/12/2010)

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