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"Elder"

His skin is tanned
and wrinkled
But his eyes are bright
and clear.
His voice has a
slight waver,
and it is getting harder for him
to hear.
He walks with an
unfaltering step,
with a strong and
purposeful stride,
And everywhere he goes
it seems
there are young ones by
his side.
He tells them stories
of yesterday,
of the heroes of days
gone by,
he tells them stories that makes
them laugh
and some that make
them cry.
He teaches them about
their People,
about their culture
and tradition,
He teaches them honor
and respect
for the Creator and
all creation.
But the best lesson that he
teaches them
is the life he lives
each day. For no matter what
confronts him,
no matter what comes
his way,
The Elder faces life with
the reality
that what is meant to be
will be,
He lives his life
with dignity,
He lives his life
with pride.
His life reflects
the balance
and the peace he
has inside.
The Elder smiles as
he watches
the young ones run
and play,
For he knows that because
of them
his People will have
another day.

Marty Soaring Eagle
copyright..Nov.2002

"Little Girl Dreams ??"

She was standing in
the dusty street
On a hot summer day.
The storekeeper wished
that little Indian girl
would just go away.
She had been staring
at the window
for what seemed an eternity
and the longer he watched
her looking
the more he felt pity,
For the little Indian girl
in the tattered buckskin dress.
He wondered what was
going through her mind,
at that he could only guess,
That poor little girl, he thought,
with eyes so big and brown,
was standing there wishing
that she could have
that pretty gown,
That she could feel the touch
of silk against her skin,
I'll bet, he thought, she is wishing
she was white instead of Indian.
But he was so wrong,
so very wrong,
he would have lost his money,
Because what she was really thinking was,
"White folks sure do dress funny."

Marty Soaring Eagle
copyright..Nov.2002

"Aging With Dignity"

She sits silently among
what remains
of the life that she once knew,
Of the family and friends
she once had
she now has but a few.
The body that was once
firm and supple
has now grown old and weary,
the eyes that once
sparkled brightly
have now grown tired and bleary.
Resting in her lap are
calloused hands,
weathered by the years,
her face is tanned
and wrinkled
by lines of laughter and of tears.
Daughter, Wife, Mother
and Grandmother
she had fulfilled each role
with grace and dignity,
knowing that whatever happened
was what was meant to be.
So here she sits
her bowed shoulders
warmed by Brother Sun,
She embodies all the
grace and dignity
of the
American Indian Woman.

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