Larry's Environmental Poetry
* SILENT TRAILS OF LIFE *
As the wind blows away the last portion of day light,
Darkness slowly descends upon a land filled with life.
Such is life that quietly embarks on a journey,
That only the faint rustle of twigs and leaves can be heard
On the silent trails of life.
The star lite night guides many forms of life,
In search of play, water and food.
The quiet stiring about causes one to wonder,
How is it that man can be so empowered to destory
Life's habitat of natural resources
On the silent trails of life?
Government legislation.
Government rules and regulations.
Government agencies like the BLM, Forest Service
And the National Parks System,
All allowed to endorse avenues of economical adventures,
That continue to ruin cultural and natural resources
On the silent trails of life.
Mankind without cause,
Is without human respect.
In the balance of time,
Humans will venture into the 21st century,
Leaving behind them centuries of undue care
As they continue to embark on a journey of greed
That they call progress.
All the while the environment becomes
Filled with waste and unnecessary destruction
To the silent trails of life.
Help save your environment.
It is your culture.
It is your heritage.
Speak for those who can not talk,
For like you they to are losing
The silent trails of life.
Help Save the Environment before it's to late.
Copyright © 2001 - Larry Kibby
Elko, Nevada
All Rights ReservedSelling the Morrow
Ancestral traditions and cultural right’s,
Stolen without any kind of fight.
Hidden smiling features keeping out of sight,
Running through Indian country day and night
Leaving no tale traces in the light,
Stealing the ancient customs and beliefs,
Selling the morrow.
Indian women and men,
Listen to the wind,
For how can we win,
Against the swindlers of sin,
Who meddle within
The affairs of the Indian,
Stealing the ancient customs and beliefs,
Selling the morrow.
Young and old,
You must be bold,
Listen to the stories told,
Of the theft of land for gold,
So our children we can mold,
So our ancestral land can’t be sold,
And there will come those
Stealing the ancient customs and beliefs,
Selling the morrow.
We must take a stand,
Not to sell the land.
Every Indian woman and man,
From all tribes and bands,
Together if we can,
Walk in unity across the sand,
If we are to stop those from
Stealing the ancient customs and beliefs,
Selling the morrow.
We must take up the fight
To save our sovereign right
To weave our unity tight
And send the thieves into flight
Who steal the sacred ancient customs and beliefs of ancestors,
For the Morrow belongs to our Children!
Copyright © 2001 - Larry Kibby
Elko, Nevada
All Rights Reserved
Corporate America Wasting Land
Against corporate America who will take this stand,
To Protect our sacred ancestral land?
Hunting, fishing, medicine and food gathering grounds,
All being destroyed without any oral sounds,
For a phony people live for greed and corruption,
And a land slowly becomes a wasted dissolution,
A disgraceful act of corporate America,
Wasting land.
Against corporate America who will take this stand,
To Protect our sacred ancestral land?
Here our ancestor’s remains lay,
But our people have not a word to say,
All involved in self pity and shame,
Promoting dirty politics, crime and silly games,
And all the while,
Corporate America wasting land.
Against corporate America who will take this stand,
To Protect our sacred ancestral land?
Illegal lobbying for gold mining, oil and gas,
Land and water is not going to last.
River’s, lakes, streams and creeks,
Being filled with pollution and toxic leaks,
And all the while,
Corporate America wasting land.
Against corporate America who will take this stand,
To Protect our sacred ancestral land?
Mother Earth covered with Indian blood,
Chemicals mixed in with the dust and mud.
Wildlife and natural habitat turning brown,
Illegal logging tearing the forest down.
And all the while,
Corporate America wasting land.
Against corporate America who will take this stand,
To Protect our sacred ancestral land?
Voices across the land need to be heard,
Protest loud and with strong words,
For now is the time,
To use our hearts and mind,
To stop Corporate America from wasting the land!
Copyright © 2001 - Larry Kibby
Elko, Nevada
All Rights Reserved
And I Would wonder
And the creation of life came to stand,
A living breathing matter from the land.
As I stirred the red dust into mud
Like my ancestors before me.
An origination of the blood
I would see.
And I would wonder.
Weeping water from the sky,
Falls gently into the creations eye.
Rolling clouds, lighting and thunder
Brush the life with reason of wonder,
I am of the blood!
Hollered the human being.
Yes, creation of red dust and mud,
I would see.
And I would wonder.
An aged eagle flew down,
Landing nearby on the ground.
He said, "I have watched you from the start,"
"Know that your being shall have a heart."
With that the eagles spirit journeyed on,
And the creation and eagles heart became one.
I would see.
And I would wonder.
Buffalo, elk, antelope, coyote, wolf and deer,
The wildlife came from far and near,
For each would give from their self a living part
That would help form this creation from the start.
And the people gathered around the creation and me,
They and I would see,
The Indian World living forever
And I will always wonder,
How it is today, so many who aren’t claim to be?
Copyright © 2001 - Larry Kibby
Elko, Nevada
All Rights ReservedThe capitalist will profit!
by
Larry Kibby
Sensitive wind sweeping over the trees,
So calm and warm is the gentle breeze.
As autumn coats creation brown,
Unanchored leaves descend to the ground,
And a small herd of deer grazes near by,
As an eagle soars above in the sky.
Mammals small and large find a cold drink,
As rivers, lakes and streams supply a thirsty link.
Mother earth has offered food, and lodging for many,
For thousands of years there has always been plenty,
But now comes corporate America with money in hand,
And the capitalist will profit from the beauty of your land.
Unacceptable logging, cutting and pulverizing the ground,
Polluting water beds and tearing wildlife habitat down.
Unsanctioned mining for silver, coal and gold,
Chemicals poisoning animals young and old.
Delicate plant and near extinct species executed for greed,
And excellent soil will not accept the contaminated seed.
Government agencies impair and deceive public outcry
And the native land begins to slowly deteriorate and die.
Mother earth has offered food, and lodging for many,
For thousands of years there has always been plenty,
But now comes corporate America with money in hand,
And the capitalist will profit from the beauty of your land.
The native territory contributes historical pages of times,
While archaeological summarys represent various kinds
Tribal ceremonial areas and sacred burial spots,
Now sold for enterprise and commercial lots.
Medicine plants and food gathering places
Offered up for corrupt industry and business spaces.
Indeed traditional land values full of sensation,
Now envisioned from illegal reservations.
Mother earth has offered food, and lodging for many,
For thousands of years there has always been plenty,
But now comes corporate America with money in hand,
And the capitalist will profit from the beauty of your land.
To the Indian the land was their church and holy book,
Filled with sacred values and plenty of food to cook.
For time immemorial it was their home
And with all the wildlife they were never alone.
Non-Indians will forever desecrate the land
And will the Indian alone take up the stand,
To fight against those who profit for greed?
To fight against those who make Mother Earth bleed?
Mother earth has offered food, and lodging for many,
For thousands of years there has always been plenty,
But now comes corporate America with money in hand,
And the capitalist will profit from the beauty of your land.
From hunting, fishing and hiking,
To camping, boating and biking,
A people found enjoyment upon the land,
Provided by the forest, hills, dirt and sand.
Now corporate greed does sabotage and pollute,
And a God-fearing people could care less or give a hoot.
Once a land considered overflowing with milk and honey,
Today genuinely spoiled and mutilated for money.
Mother earth has offered food, and lodging for many,
For thousands of years there has always been plenty,
But now comes corporate America with money in hand,
And the capitalist will profit from the beauty of your land.
Gangs, drugs and alcohol consuming time,
Illicit intimacy and corrupt music destroying the mind.
All the while there is no one left to care,
To help protect the land they should share.
Of all the people there should be a unity bond,
But because there is not the mother country will soon be gone.
Wildlife and habitat wiped out without a say,
A land without a place for futures children to stay,
So America while you laugh, giggle and play,
Remember you need to discover a way,
To save your public lands from vanishing away!
Remember.....
Mother earth offers food, and lodging for many,
For thousands of years more there will always be plenty,
But if corporate America comes with money in hand,
The capitalist will profit from the beauty of your land!
Written by: Larry Kibby
Thursday, September 6, 2001
6:32 PM
Copyright © 2001 - Larry Kibby
Elko, Nevada
All Rights ReservedThe Morning
As day light breaks the darkness of the night,
A cool breeze tugs at the morning,
And sounds from the four-legged and winged-ones,
Quitely fill the air
As they begin to greet the new day,
At the top of a small knoll
Stands an Elder facing the rising sun,
Pipe in hand waiting for the right moment,
And then he begins an ancient song of his ancestor's,
While he offers up the Sacred Pipe of the People,
To the four sacred winds,
The seasons of life,
To Mother Earth and all his relations,
And in the old ways of his people,
He thanks the new day
As the morning becomes life.
Slowly the sun climbs upward,
And as the Elder looks upon the new day,
An eagle soars towards the sun,
Becoming a picture of sacred respect,
For such ways are done in honor,
And the Elder descends from the knoll
Wearing a smile of dignity and pride,
For within he has carried on
One of the oldest traditional respects
Honoring his people,
In the morning.
Cedar, sage and sweetgrass smoke
Fills the air around the camp,
And a people slowly
Prepare theirself
To meet the new day,
And the Elder
Lays the pipe
Upon a cherry wood rack,
And tomorrow,
In like manner,
He will greet the new day
In the Morning.
by,
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