Sign up now for a
Free Email Account &
your own Online
Writing Portfolio!
Username:
Password:  
Sponsored Items

Click Here To Bid  

Read a Newbie
Badges
Number1 fan
Presented To:
SHERRI G ♥ W..

Testimonials
Tell a Friend
Know someone who'd
like this page?

Email Address:

Optional Comment:

Who's Online?
Members: 390    
Guests: 580    

   
Total Online Now: 970    
Writing.Com Time

Wednesday
May 30, 2012
11:01am EDT


  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Cultural >> ID #486609  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
"I"
A poem about the Navajo
Rated:
E
by
Avg Rating: (40)
" I "

I stand, tall and proud.
Many arms, many fingers, all fragile.
I reach for the sun, My Savior.
Wind whisks through my limbs,
That is when I know I'm alive, truly alive.
As wind threatens my sanctuary I trust.
I trust my Mother Earth to keep me sturdy,
I trust my own feet to keep me planted,
I trust that if I should go, my seeds shall grow.
Many of us, all unique.
All magnificent.
This is our sanctuary.
Why should we ever leave?
We have known no other world.
We have known no other way.
This is our home.
This is where I stay.
Here I stand Tall and Proud.

Here I stand Tall and Proud.
Earth is my Mother,
Sky is my Father.
Water is my Sister,
Fire my Judge.
Air is my Challenge,
And I, I am Tree.
I am Tree.
My roots go deep,
Here I stand Tall and Proud.
Here is where I shall grow.


© Copyright 2002 Doom Kitty mourns Anonymous (UN: shasha at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Doom Kitty mourns Anonymous has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.
Log In To Leave Feedback
Username:
Password:
Not a Member?
Signup right now, for free!

All accounts include:
*Bullet* FREE Email @Writing.Com!
*Bullet* FREE Portfolio Services!