" Blackfoot Pride"

"Blackfoot Pride"

Etched upon his face I see mine,
like so many furrows,
across fields of time.

Upon his shoulders is strength,
hard rock mountains,
and a strong inner faith.

Like my grandfather who handed down this seed,
generations removed,
but all still believed.

And in my bloodline my heritage plays,
like a warrior son,
like a warrior brave.

An eagle calls me from on high,
with my hand in the air,
and my fist in the sky.

I am a proud American Native,
and with a smile,
I'll tell you who made that.

Thank the Great Spirit for my grandfather.     

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