It's time to surf the thoughtful waves of life,
and bravely dive into its seven seas.
Don't fear that rise would take you up with strife,
for it'll then hand you gently, lay in ease.

Then free yourself from strains upon the shores.
Once tired, anchor and give those bones a rest,
and lightly soothe the wrecks of heavy chores,
for hard is life, so get from it, its best.

Near the sea shore I stood alone,
with no one within a mile or more,
Looking at the sun sinking down,
Trying to hide in the depths of the sea.

The golden sand and the reddish sea,
Appeared to me quite heavenly.

Then I can hear the sea murmurs,
Calling me towards her.

Her tides crawl near the shore
To swallow the land more and more.

Now I walk alone to find a home,
Somewhere in this sandy sea shore.

I don't know whether I will live anymore,

Once you all switch to Free verse things will get worse
a curse
Loved has made all forget
what was poetry and verse
and
the best critique we all know,
will my cruci-fixation rehearse
ere that happens,
guys go back to your archaicity
and
leave my precious verse
to and for me...
I must thank thee
if you want to see
the bard survive in me...

Thank you for your service,
Your guidance and your grace.
Thank you for our history.
Your welcome to this place

Next time I go to Bingo,
I will truly look around.
I know of your museums,
And that I play on sacred ground.

Thank you for your culture,
Your people's Benediction.
Thank you for your patience,
Forgive us our condition.

I wrote this as my personal poetic thought s upon Native American Week just last month. Will be nice to see what others think of my thoughts.