Jefferson

You were Jefferson
I was the Indian
You loved me
You admired my sense of honor
My unwillingness to die without a fight
When you sat alone you would cry
Because you knew I was what you wanted
From life
But you would never take it
Your world would not allow it
You thought there had to be more
Than my simple way of life
My life of Love
Love of all The Creator’s things
The Ocean
The Stars
The Wolves
My life was doomed, you said
And so it began
Life on the reservation