Where have the Ojibwa gone?
Dancing Coyote
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Sara Little Wolf… Once a pretty Ojibwa gal stole my heart and my thoughts. Her coffee brown eyes and golden brown skin made me wish to swim in her kind and gentle eyes.… Continue reading
A Story by Coyote Poetry A Native American tale. The song of Fall.. Warm days, cold nights.Create an restless passion.I can hear the whisper of the windon a solitary hill. Old Mother Nature… Continue reading
We are, what we leave behind… I remember the most beautiful woman I have ever known. She was a Ojibwa woman who lost everything and she kept her human emotions of kindness and… Continue reading
Dancing Coyote
The Big Water. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Some mini-poetry. Ojibwa call the Great lakes. The Big Water. The Big water.. 1- The stirring of the quiet night wake my sleeping spirit. I have… Continue reading