A Letter From The Chief
I'm just a simple savage, So I
cannot understand,
How the foolish white man thinks, Anyone can own the land
The earth is sacred to us, You cannot own the sky,
You can't possess the water, Or hold the whippoorwill's cry
The white man builds his cities, And conquers beast and land,
He leaves his father's graves, And the ruin of his hand
There's no quiet in the cities, No place to hear the spring,
Or the soft sound of the wind, And the rustling of wings
The Indian prefers the pine trees,
And the gentle touch of rain,
The white man doesn't notice, As he passes on his train
The white man's dreams elude us, What he wishes for his race,
The red man's dreams are simple, But now sorrow lines his face
Our warriors have felt defeat, Their
children share their shame,
But our God is the same God, No matter how you know his name
You cannot own Him either, As you wish to own the land,
For we simple people know God is the brotherhood of man
For all things draw the same breath,
The breath that gives us life,
It's woven in the landscape, Whether men are red or white
I'm just a simple savage, So I cannot understand,
How the foolish white man thinks, Anyone can own the land.
copyright ©1995 by Daniel R. Burke
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TO MY WORLD
...LIFE....STRIFE....LIVING....LOVING....SURVIVING. I AM GRATEFUL FOR EACH DAY 
There will be NEW and EXCITING things coming to this page, I have been away for a while, and have many things to add...come again soon
I continue to try and keep this page alive and well, as it has become a vision to see it become a contribution and and inspiration to those who choose to follow the path.
It seems to have created a Spirit of it own, and I hope you will allow it into your heart while you sit in my circle. I will continue to update, and adding more logs to my fire to keep the spirit alive.
I
also would like to thank all that have requested and added my
link to there pages, it makes the efforts all the more rewarding.
UPDATE 07/17/99
My ever lovin HONEY..."If God didnt love procrastinators, why did he invent tomorrow?"
My "kid" Radboy : The "c" in "rap" is silent
Welcome to the White House(this one is for you Rman)
My cyber neighbor GLEN... : Life!
Can't live with it, can't live without it.
thanks to silverhawk for sharing his awesome graphics
I have chosen to dedicate this page to my
Mother and my Grandfather who were both of the Chickasaw Tribe
If you have any words of wisdom to
pass on, please feel free to e-mail me
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