The Portrait

As I was staring at his picture I could feel the lump in my throat and a tear down my cheek. He is so peaceful-a hero in his time. He is so spiritual, So in love with his land Dear Chief if I could only hold your hand.

I don't even know you But the love I hold so close in my heart. I respect you for what you stand for.

If I could've known you, Like so many others had.

I stand here in silence. I hear the beating of the drums, I hear the chanting of your song. I feel the warm wind softly blowing And as I listen closely I hear the words..... "Dear Child, Please take care of my land!"