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Welcome My Brothers & Sisters Wese Cat Welo K'weshe Laweh Pah, Ne Neekah. ~~ May We Be Strong In What Is Right. --------------------------------------------------------------- Name and Location: SnowWolffe ~ Mobile, Alabama My heritage is Mississippi Choctaw, French and Irish. My heart and soul resonate with my native american heritage. I am "at home" when I am among my fellow brothers and sisters, and listening to our music. Hobbies and Interests: My native american heritage, music and languages. I know very little of my Choctaw language. I am learning Shawnee because the Creator sent a dear friend to teach me. ~Weshe gitchee ne neekah~ The River's SongMighty Mississippi with your curves and bends Pretty music to the air your rippling sends When I stand on the bank and look at you All of you so wide and so blue Tis fun to make footprints in the sand While watching showboats coming to land Your arms reach from here to there You seem to have not a single care It's always such a beautiful sight To see your waters calm down for the darkening night. ~~SnowWolffe~~ Thanks, Mom.....I love you!Mayan PoemI know not if the voice of man can reach to the sky I know not if the gods will hear as I pray I know not if the gifts I asked for will be granted I know not what will come to pass in our future days I hope that only good will come, my love, to you I know now that the voice of man can reach to the sky I know now that the gods have heard as I prayed I know now that the gifts I asked for have all been granted I know now that the word of old we truly have heard I know now that our future days will have no number I know that only good will come, my love, to us.The Last WolfThe last wolf hurried toward me, through the ruined city and I heard his baying echos down the steep smashed warrens of Montgomery street past the few ruby-crowned highrises left standing their lighted elevators usless passing the flicking red and green of trafic signals baying his way eastward in the mystery of his wild loping gait closer the sounds in the deadly night through clutter and rubble of quiet blocks I heard his voice ascending the hill and at last his low whine as he came floor by empty floor to the room where I sat in my narrow bed looking west, waiting I heard him snuffle at the door and I watched he trotted across the floor he laid his long gray muzzle on the spare white spread and his eyes burned with yellow his small dotted eyebrows quivered Yes, I said I know what they have done ~Mary TallMountainClick here For my linX PaGe

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