They sit around the tall fire
their only source of light
beating on their tribal drums
foretelling of their life.

The old ones tell of bravery
of legends far and wide
of the battles they have witnessed
where they stood their ground with pride.

Each take a turn to tell their storeys
and to teach their sons to fight
but also to love each other
a staple part of life.

The cold winds blow across the plains
time for winter camp among the trees
They move around from place to place
so their families do not freeze.

They sing about their ancestors
about there journeys to the spirit land
where they hope one day to join them
and walk hand in hand.

Sheila..

Ignore those who would ignore you,
tell them you are to busy when they phone.
Be the user not the used,
the one they walk all over and abuse.

Be strong when they call you selfish,
don't give in when they ask you for your time.
Pretend you are out, when they call,
and remove your coat from the hall.

Your children take you for granted,
just expect you to be there for them.
steel your life back and take a bow,
just tell them! it's your time now..

Sheila
29/10/2014

As we meet in love tonight;
Sweetest harmony will be ours.
Ever faithful to one another,
As we pass these happy hours.

Our hearts as one are pure,
And white as driven snow.
The more we think of each other,
The more our love will grow.

In purity of mind,
In his heart there is me.
Turn your thoughts into love,
when he talks in accents sweet.

Feathered wings bring my favorite hour,
With a rising event of life, It is now clear.
The seed of life now planted,
Each blessing to my lips more dear.

I hold you softly against your gentleness,
Breathing the smell of your fresh new life.
I have waited for you for such a long time,
I will protect you from trouble and strife.

But now you're here my sweet baby,
My heart no longer aches.
I will nurture you my darling,
No matter how long it takes.

Your face is so innocent,
And your nature so sweet.
Your small delicate fingers,
Your dainty little feet.

At last you are with me,
You are mine to keep.
Hush my darling baby,
Rest your head and sleep.

Sheila.

Just get the hell away from me,
I never said you could stand so close.
If you think you can get around me,
Your very delusional at most.

Did you think i wouldn't notice?
Do you think of me as blind?
I never thought you would do that,
You are obviously out of your mind.

Go away you ****** idiot,
This is definitely the last sodding straw.
Don't try to fob me off you ***,
I know what i just saw

Don't you ever do that again,
Next time it will be to late.
Never again touch my treasured possession,
My delectable chocolate.

Sheila.

Casting the line over glass like waters,
Float coming to rest on the unseen bond of air.
The lure of the insect so irresistible,
we watch with a fisherman's stare.

Hour upon hour sitting and staring into space,
Umbrella positioned strategically over head.
The rain mercilessly poring onto the water,
Soaks the fisherman he wonders why he is not in bed.

The line moves; slowly jerking ,
Then more as the fish takes a bite.
The fisherman takes a strong hold,
He is ready for the fight.

The spool whizzes round and round,
Faster And faster as it spins and takes it's toll .
The fisherman holds; and pulls in the line,
As the fish really takes control.

At last the fisherman lands him,
A ten pound-er really, "for sure"
His buddies in the pub do believe him,
As his tiddler flounders on the shore.

Gridlocked into the moment,
pursuing the wants of my needs
I came upon a lonely soul
and asked him to do the deed.

He looked at me with staring eyes,
and I could feel the coldness within
I have come here to ask you a question! "I said"
And he motioned for me to come in.

Do you have what I asked for?
said the man with that look in his eyes
yes i managed to get some
and he grabbed the package in surprise.

I asked if he still had what I came for,
he said yes it's in the next room
wait here and i will get it for you
Off he went with a look of doom.

He emerged out of the kitchen,
a little puppy in his hand
yes that's him he is adorable
lets go before he changes is mind.

The sun is shining,
As my mother gathers the fruit.
Father tends the horses,
As my brother digs for roots.

It's time to gather the harvest,
The cold wind has turned it's hand.
We no longer follow the buffalo,
We can not roam the land.

Now all the nations,
Have moved and gone.
We search for any food,
But we find there is none.

Face colors have faded from my father,
He no longer paints them on.
Grandfather says we are dieing,
All the native traditions have gone.

Father sits alone,
Reflecting life around the fire.
Mother sits weaving her blanket,
Dreaming of her hopes and desires.

Grandfather prays to spirit,
Please bring a fresh new day.
Grandmother never recovered,
From the sound the thunder sticks made.

Grandmother now lies with the spirits,
We sent her tired soul home.
Grandfather will soon be with her,
Then he will no longer be alone.

My name is, "Night Of Shining Moon"
And i do not understand.
How humans could **** one another,
For the sake of a piece of land.

Mother says! i am the future,
I hold the power of rebirth.
To make our nation strong again,
To roam upon this earth.

Secretly turning summer into fall
slowly creeping  upon us all
a slight chill a little dark
autumn begins to leave it's mark.

Winds blow  leaves rustle
people all start to hustle
quickly now as the leaves start to mellow
red, green, brown, and yellow..

wild life know it's time to sleep
burying themselves in the earth deep
the crisp biting air as you breath in the night
will one day turn to snow and make everywhere white.

I wake up in the mornings light
And your face is in my mind
You are the spark within my life
  The one I dream of all the time.

My world is based around you
I light up when you are there
You are the smile upon my lips
The wind in my hair.

With every single breath i take
My self control wanes
We are just a pair of snowflakes
On a heated window pain.

You are the candle, that lights the dark
The water flowing in the stream
Your every flower blooming in the park
And every whisper in my dreams.

I know this is not forever
And all the good days must end
But i close my eyes and think of you
And let my heart pretend.

I see you there amongst the embers
Just the flicker that's in the flame
Yet you're just someone who passes me
That catches the morning train

Evening! and the song of the birds dies away,
and the first light of the moon shines through the clouds
the night brings solace, a sense of cold to my bones
I sit here on my porch, waiting for the night air to strike
and once again he hasn't come my lover of the night,

A scream in the dark makes my heart skip a beat
he is here! I can feel him, so close like a flash of light
he is beside me his hot breath on the nape my neck
at last he has come to take me to the place of the undead
And he and I will live forever in the dark

I could hear my farther chanting,
As dusk starts to fall.
His haunting mellow prayer,
Asking the spirits, to forgive us all.

The light eyes with their thunder sticks,
The braves that killed their foe.
The land permanently scared;
Now many moons ago.

The rain starts to fall now,
As fathers chanting starts to fade.
The rain quenches the camp fire,
Wets the teepee's we have made.

Lying huddled in my bearskin,
Warm against the cold.
I look across at my mother,
Her beautiful face looking old.

Father gathers the rabbits,
Where once the buffalo roamed.
No one ever went hungry,
We all had homes of our own.

Spirit called back my sister,
Within her second year.
She had the breathing sickness,
We named her, "Sleeping Deer."

As the wind blows across the planes;
Chilling us to the bone.
We continue to Rome around the land,
No permanent place to call home.

With his head held high, and his torso bare,
A single feather in his long black hair.
The Indian Brave sits astride his horse,
A mighty power, a gentle force.

He rides his horse at amazing speed,
The stallion of the herd, the fasted steed.
He rides him ******* across the plains,
Ignoring the sting of the driving rain.

He stops to drink to quench his thirst,
But allows his mount, to drink some first.
With hair and main flowing in the breeze,
He gallops, full stretch, with simple ease.

The mountain lion is his guide,
And tells him when to run and hide.
He sees all nature as a whole,
For mother earth is in his soul.

And with his women, there is a bond,
That is as tender, as is strong.
His head, held high, for all to see,
He is proud to be - just wild and free...

How long must she wait?
When will her desires be met?
When will it all be over?
The bitter sting of regret.

All she wanted; was love,
Someone to hold her for life.
The soul-mate that she longed for,
The one to make her his wife.

And as she sits and waits;
For the love she so desires.
Her head rest in slumber,
Her eyes grow heavy and tired.

Tomorrow is a brand new dawning,
Where she will wait another day.
One day her soul-mate will find her,
And take her far away.

She sits and waits for her love,
The one she most desires.
And soon he will be with her,
Before her eyes grow tired.

Her body heaves a sigh now,
And her breathing is shallow and slow.
"Her love" is right beside her,
Saying "come we have to go"

And as he takes her hand in his,
She feels lighter than air.
She hasn't even noticed,
She has left her body there.

Put the photo away now mum,
You know he is not coming back.
His life is gone away from us,
It's to us, your love we lack.

It hurts me to see mum so sad,
She sits for hours in his space.
She doesn't really understand,
Why she can no longer see his face.

My mum is a survivor,
I can see it in her face.
But she can not quite understand,
Why her husband, is no longer
In her space.

*Sheila.