The Native American uses Gods’ gifts,
He is grateful and never greedy,
He loves the creatures of the land,
And his horse is swift and speedy.
The Native does not care for material things
He thinks with his brain and his heart.
Yet the explorers would push them farther away,
And from his land the native would depart.
His tribe is free spirited,
And they will stand tall and proud,
They will not give into the pressure,
They will not fall to the crowd.
They value family and respect,
And they also value the lands,
They sleep in hand-made teepees,
And they travel in their bands.
They speak their native languages,
The beautiful words they will never forget.
They were captured and sold as slaves
Working for others, they would sweat.
Although beaten and abused,
The Native American takes it all,
For the Indian will ride again,
And he shall never fall.
