GodsendHe looks at her like a godsend,More Like This
Believes her name rhymes with miracle.
“That moment in Times Square,
I knew I’d never lose that feeling about you.”
When her face lit up with the flare of a million neon signs,
Beckoning them, selling those dreams dreams dreams.
Her hand in a glove (red polish just starting to chip), and the glove in his hand.
He looks at her like a promise he can’t wait to keep,
Knows her name like a prayer.
Even though she bites her nails to the bone,
Believes in Christmas more than she believes in herself,
Cries over stepping on ladybugs and lost teddy bears,
and her first response to “let’s travel the world,” is
“Isn’t that expensive?”
But he looks at her like a wish coming true,
And her name in his mouth sounds like home.
He remembers her skin under his hands,
And how she looks when she sleeps,
And how much he needs her there today, tomorrow, every day.
The winter is setting in again,
And their ebbing whisp
I am Native AmericanMore Like This
Poem: In the beginning i was here,
Long before the white man and his diseases, his religions, and his warlike ways.
I lived upon the land for countless moons in harmony with the Great Spirit,
Honoring all life around me.
In this land called Kan-tu-kee, the great meadow, the dark bloody ground,
I was known as Shawnee, Cherokee, Iroquois, Creek....
I AM NATIVE AMERICAN.
Rayne was good friends with the chief's daughter. She had no parents so the chief took her in as his won daughter. Rayne and the chief's daughter, Skye, always played