The Gift

Lisa R. Strong
Rising with the moon;
The smoke of burning bonfires;
Lighting up the night;

With excited eyes;
A little Native princess;
Watches from afar;

In her buckskin dress;
Her beads and matching leggings;
Her black hair in braids;

She can see her dad;
Sitting with the other men;
He bids her to come;

She ran so very fast;
To her daddy's outstretched arms;
He gives her a kiss;

He smiles broadly;
Gives her a new owl feather;
That he found today;

Back to mom she runs;
Proudly holding up her gift;
Singing joyfully

It is time for bed;
She holds her feather tightly;
As she falls asleep

Published by Lisa R. Strong

I was born and raised in Binghamton NY. I have been writing short stories since I was eight years old, and poetry since I was a teenager. I also write prayers, meditations, and opinion articles. My dre...  View profile

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  • Charles Reynolds4/18/2008

    I loved this.

  • Mary E. Coe3/29/2008

    Very nice, Lisa.

  • cathiesbloggs3/29/2008

    This is so beautiful !!....

  • ILAKKUVANAR MARAIMALAI3/29/2008

    An interesting narration.

  • Nancie Norton3/29/2008

    A beautiful story.... I love Native American stuff, I have some Ancestry there..... Good Job Sis+*+*+* ~PEACE ~

  • mimpi3/29/2008

    Very nice!!

  • Coffee Mugg3/28/2008

    beautiful ...... Good Job Miss Lisaken

  • Karen3/28/2008

    One of your most lovely poems! I love the story it tells. Well done, Lisa.

  • 3lilangels3/28/2008

    5++++++++++ loved it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That doll is beautiful

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