Native American Sioux Poetry

Tradition of Survival

By Darren M. Grine

Life of harmony, has soon gone past

Visitors from the east, arrived all to fast

Time of transition, was this going to last

Concerns of the Sioux, we have to surpass

The land that was once theirs, is no more

Freedom once had, is gone and nevermore

Buffalo once hunted to sustain, is now a core

Their spirit, they could not take, is forevermore

Overcoming obstacles, it was all about strive

Storms and battles, they would always survive

Mother Earth bequeathed, allowing them to thrive

Taking only what was needed, surely glad to be alive

The Great Spirit allows all to believe

Recognizing all living things, this has to be

Every man and woman of the Sioux, has to agree

The pride of the Native People, is there to conceive

The people of the Sioux will always be strong

Giving thanks to Grandfather with dance and song

A past is kept in order teach the young so that they belong

Tradition of survival shall be taught, so that there will be no more wrong

Sioux Warrior

By Darren M. Grine

A heritage well respected

Regarded highly is my culture

Custom reigns many generations

First born into tradition am I

Walking in footsteps is expected

To shoulder burdens, sharing the joy

Tall order becomes me the chosen

Maturity comes quickly into season

Resolutions, responsibilities are mine

Life’s skills exceed my growth

Daily survival evolves necessities

Tutored is prayer, family, truth, respect

Sacred thanks to Grandfather

Our symbol of life is the buffalo

Mother earth shares her abundance

Elders mentor the timid

Fighting skills are taught to all

The proven unfold me as a leader

Comes forth a day of uncertainty

Intruders threaten our harmonic means

Defeated is the enemy, truly am I a Sioux Warrior

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