Native Thoughts

MANY BLESSING HAVE COME MY WAY. ONE OF THEM WAS THE FRIENDSHIP OF QUANNA SIOUX.  I SHALL ALWAYS REMEMBER THE SPECIAL MOMENTS, THE DANCING AND AWESOME TIMES WE HAD UNDER THE TENTS AT POW WOW. I DANCE WITH YOU IN THOUGHT AND PRAYER MY SISTER. AHO

UP IN THE RUINS, THE EAGLE FLIES HIGH
HE LOOKS FOR HIS ANCESTORS
HE HEARS THEIR CRIES.

DAYS LONG AGO, A SIGHT TO BEHOLD,
THE LAND SO RICH, SO RICH IN GOLD.
THE KEEPERS OF THE LAND
TOOK GREAT CARE, THEY HUNTED THE BUFFALO
THEY BRAIDED THEIR HAIR.

THE LAND WAS HARVESTED, WITH BEANS AND CORN,
THEIR NECKLACES MADE OF BUFFALO HORNS.
PAINT ON THEIR FACES, SAGE IN THE AIR,
THEY PRAY TO GREAT SPIRIT,
GREAT SPIRIT IS THERE.

THE FIRE A BLAZE, A MIXTURE OF SMOKE AND SAGE,
BEADS AND MOCCASINS, DANCE IN THE HAZE.
GRANDFATHER SUN STARTS TO RISE, EVERYONE'S SPIRITS,
SPIRITS RUN HIGH.

THE SUNDANCE IS OVER
THE DANCING IS DONE, OUR SPIRIT HAS BEEN LIFTED,
LIFTED TO THE SUN.  R.SANTOS 4/95

                                         PHOTO TAKEN BY: ANTHONY SANTOS 2011

I have been Blessed to have met Carlos Reynosa. We spent many Special Moments at Pow Wow through the years. Your music touched my Heart and your Friendship goes beyond words my Friend. Your Music will always make me smile and will always remind me of the wonderful memories of Pow Wow. Bless You My Brother, My Friend.

JUST WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME MARCAS??????????????????

AS I STAND UPON THE MOUNTAIN SIDE
I SEE A REDTAIL HAWK, IT SOARS ON BY.
HE SPEAKS TO ME, A WARNING YOU SEE,
TEN LARGE BUFFALO, COME RUNNING TOWARDS ME.


I STAND REAL STILL,
MY HEART BEATING FAST, COUNTING THE BUFFALO
AS THEY COME TO PASS.
THE DUST FLIES UP, CAN'T SEE A THING,
I HEAR THE REDTAIL HAWK, CALLING OUT TO ME.


THE DUST SETTLES AND WHAT DO I SEE?
A LITTLE FALLING FEATHER, FALLING FROM THE SKY, TO ME.
A GIFT FROM THE GREAT SPIRIT, I AM AS THANKFUL AS CAN BE,
THIS WAS A BLESSING, SENT TO ME.  R.SANTOS 7/01