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Poetry, Faith and Timewalkers 

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Cast Upon the Western Winds

So long to you great Miami warriors
The winds are stiff, the nights are colder
Farewell to you proud Miami tribe
Like autumn leaves on winds you’ll ride

And cast upon the western wind
You’ll be lost but it’s not your end
If only with a poet’s pen
Miami warrior you’ll rise again

Farewell to you Chief Little Turtle
The white man drove you from Ohio
But you’re still a Chief of your tribe
Ohio your home stays within you inside

And cast upon the western wind
You’ll be lost but it’s not your end
If only with a poet’s pen
Miami warrior you’ll rise again

You will always live in your children
With your children there will be no end
In the blood of generations there will always be
Chief Little Turtle and the proud Miami

And cast upon the western wind
You’ll be lost but it’s not your end
If only with a poet’s pen
Miami warrior you’ll rise again

-Drouillard

Grandfather Prayer

There was a Chief

Of the Penobscot Nation

I see him in the stars

My Grandfather

From a past generation

Watching over from afar

He speaks to me

He gives me courage

He visits me in my dreams

He tells me things

In these brief meetings

Death is not the end it seems

Chief Modockawando

Hear my voice

Come talk to me again

Grandfather guide my life

And if it’s your choice

Add your wisdom to my pen

-Drouillard

Ohio Genocide

They want our land

And they want us gone

That’s all there is to know

This is what

An Indian said,

Yes many tears ago.

A genocide

That’s still denied;

Now Ohio is theirs no more

The Ottawa, Seneca,

Shawnee and Pawnee

Are lost from our history’s lore

But their names are found

On cities and towns

As if we have no shame

Their images lampooned

And faces cartooned;

On cigar boxes and logos for games

So cry for Logan and Tecumseh,

Little Turtle, Blue Jacket,

And other Chiefs

They fought valiantly

Protecting their country

They died in defense of their beliefs.

-Drouillard

 Time Walker

An Indian standing by the side of the road

He looks so out of place

Dressed in leather with his arrow and bow

And a strange look on his face

I see him near the highway

Where he shouldn't really be

And no one else can see him but me

He just a time walker like me

A coyote sitting in the middle of the square

Howling up at the moon

He has been there crying for thousand years

The same one lonesome tune

No one else can hear him

And nobody else can see

No one that is accept me

He's just a time walker like me

 
A red tailed hawk sails from the clouds
Then it disappears
I look up at the sky, again it’s there now
Like a spirit in the air
But its more than just a spirit

It’s timeless and it’s free

And it can only be seen by me

The hawk is a time walker like me

Some see these spirits and some they don't

Others share this gift of mine

Spirits travel on the wind like smoke

Then cross the planes of time

And there are spirits that are eternal

Forever they'll always be

And no one can see them but me

A time walker forever I’ll be
 

I’m a time walker I can walk on time

I can walk ahead, I can walk behind

I’m a time seer I can see time

I can see yours I can see mine

I look for the signs and I walk through time

- Kiišθwa

The Time Walker

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Raise the Torch

Dedicated to the Late Chris Drouillard and to the family & friends who love and support him.

Inside some folks hate just lingers

And there's some who champion blame

There are those who point a finger

While holding grudges, hate and pain

Some folks stand on the sidelines

And others sit it out on the porch

But others they were born to shine

And gladly carry the torch

God bless those who take the lead

Who look to aid those they find in need

Showing the world there's a better course

Those born to shine and raise the torch

Helen Keller and Lance Armstrong

Muhammad Ali and Robert Dole

Were handed a fate some call wrong

Yet continued in a heroes role

Coach Jim Valano battled a cancer

In a fight with a deadly force

But in faith he found the answer

And in his hand he held the torch

God bless those who take the lead

Who look to aid those they find in need

Showing the world there's a better course

Those born to shine and raise the torch

Where is the meaning of suffering?

It’s a question we all ask

Some look and says there's nothing

Others search and find it’s a task

Love and suffering blend together

But it’s a mystery of course

And whether inflicted or caregiver

There is the call to raise the torch

God bless those who take the lead

Who look to aid those they find in need

Showing the world there's a better course

Those born to shine and raise the torch

- Drouillard

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