Just like the clouds <br />They move with the wind <br />Following us around and around <br />From the beginning to the end <br /> <br />They are our for fathers <br />Who have died in the past <br />Watching and making sure <br />We complete every task <br /> <br />They once roamed this country <br />By horseback and by foot <br />And now we see glimpses of them <br />Blown in the wind like soot <br /> <br />They come lurking around <br />In the still of the night <br />You can see their figures gleaming <br />With the help of the moonlight <br /> <br />Oh they're harmless <br />Now don't get me wrong <br />They might even spook you <br />But they don't stay very long <br /> <br />Some where great cheifs in their day <br />Great warriors among their tribes <br />Now they just drift in the wind <br />And bring us chills and vibes <br /> <br />So watch out for the Indian ghost <br />He might be bringing you a warning <br />And don't go laughin it off <br />Or you might regret it come morning <br /> <br /> <br />wrote 7/17/2008 by Norman Hale Jr.<br /><br />norman hale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/indian-ghost/
