REFLECTION

I looked into the clear river and what did I
see my ancestors reflections, looking back at me.

Ancestors of a time long ago
to be remembered by being
reflected to me.

Women dressed in buckskin dress's
warriors who dances like eagles so  free
a people with courage but ripped apart
by the cruelty of a white mans heart

Torn from lands, family and friends
torn from everything sacred
as there time ends.

A time  of harmony, peace and love,
a time of reflections of life held so sacred

Reflections of a life that still should be
Reflections of faces I realized looked a lot like me.