
Grey Eagle was a warrior
at least he was in his dreams.
The son of the son of the son of a mighty chief
many battles under his belt.
Grey Eagle would not know this,
it was not part of the Government’s plan.
Grey Eagle was taken
when he was but a boy.
They would teach him a better way
away from the people he loved
and they had no say.
They educated him
and taught him the ways of the white man
because they thought he was a savage.
His lessons were beat into him
with a whip and a leather belt
or a hand;
He missed his brothers and sisters
and his mom and his dad
and the people in his life who were most important.
They took away his heritage
and his culture and most of all,
they took away his hope.
Now he’s just an indian
nothing but a drunk and a joke.
But at night
when he closes his eyes
he soars high above us
in the skies
where he is free
to dream.
and to fight
and to hunt
like his forefathers
were allowed to
do.
This is my entry into this week’s Sunday Photo Fiction