Native Americans

Holding the Dawn

Submitted by Hannah W. on Sun, 11/29/2009 - 16:54

Slip away in darkness
while I hold off the dawn
hide among the tall rocks
and our flesh is stone for now.

Running, running, hiding, weeping
Dawn is coming, light is breaking
over the crest of the valley
We watch from the mountains, from rocks
and we know time is slipping.

No! Run away! Flee far with the night,
I will hold off the dawn
I will stay here and fight
I would rather die than see morning,
fall dead here than live tomorrow,
far away.

A Line in the Sand

Submitted by Kyleigh on Tue, 10/13/2009 - 15:47

So... I wasn't going to post this until Saturday, but we're lookin' at a really busy next 4 days, so I'm posting it now. :) I was forcing myself to come up with a story with 2 of my friends from camp in it, and it came whilst canoeing in the Rocky Mountains with my family (canoeing in the rain, hence the rain storm on the raft!).
It took a lot of research with regard to the Alamo and the Wichita Indians.