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Native Americans~ a poem
11:11 AM, Jan. 26, 2008
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This is a poem I wrote for my writing class. I will try to post more of them and my stories too. Enjoy!
Native Americans
Their raven hair wrapped tightly in braids. Their jet black eyes reverently explore the land around them. Their mouth waters for freshly hunted deer meat and wild berries. Their strong hands skillfully hold their weapons. Their quick feet creep across the forest floor fearlessly. Their tan bodies adorned in buffalo hide. Their faces painted in bright colors. Their hearts break with each tumbling tree. Their canoes carved with careful hands. They rarely waste any portion of the game they hunt. They always remember the traditions of their ancestors. They dream of peace.
They are Native Americans
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