art
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In elementary school I was handed a blank canvas,some brushes and paint.Our teacher said, “paint something you learned”I decided to paint a Navajo dwellingsomewhere in the desert untouched by written history. In one hand I held a paletteblending the colors of a night sky.A memory sparked and inspiration ignitedwhat flowed through my heartflowed from my…
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by Michael Plante I was impressionable;a young mind with a strong spiritdetermined and bull-headed.I was third born in a tribe of threesmall by statute, fragile,yet never one to back down from a fight. The hardest luck is bad luckyet it teaches the trait of endurance.A coin placed into the bank of life that retains its…
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by Michael Plante I asked the Creator for a strand of his hairI asked the crow for a featherI asked the tree of life for a branchI asked the ground for her gems.Songs of peace that I learned so long agopressed my lips at dusk’s request.My decrepit fingers are as old as my heartstill work…
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by Michael Plante I was born with the spirit of a horsethe strength I have can move a mountainand drag a thousand years across a desert with ease;endure a harsh storm brought on by the darknessand run faster than a westerly wind.I have no fearI feel no painmy heart pounds like thunder. The spirit of…
