(History/Poem): Spearfish South Dakota

Spearfish South Dakota

 

What an odd name, ye may think of me

But for a lack of luck ye all would know me

Maybe my name would be steeped in lore

In our Country’s Great Plains fabled history

 

Black Hills Dakota, land of the Great Sioux Nation, gold, and blood

Deadwood you know, Bill Hickok dying in blood with his famous hand

Crazy Horse, an outcast child because he cried when bees spilt his blood

Custer and the Seventh etched in history, paying for their genocidal sins

 

I’m in the center of timber and gold

All around me is glory and fame

The great mighty Sioux Nation

And the tears that they paid

 

Now only grade school books tell my story

Come visit the Little Big Horn Custer’s Last Stand

Rapid City now a main gate to the great northwest

Four faces carved in stone, a true monument

 

I stand true to the blood of those who bore me

 Shrouded in the famous Black Hills history

Sturgis’s freedom now rumbles right next to me

Spearfish South Dakota, Paradise of God, then and now

(Humor/Poem) Wagons West

Wagons West

 

Wagons west from Virginia’s foothills

Six kids and the wife packed in the rig

Four wheels of wood and banded steel

Got four mules a straining at the whip

Blue Ridge Appalachia we have left behind

 

 

Ohio river first then the mighty Mississippi

Cherokee arrows, thankful Lord, they all missed

Camping under the arch, evening sun pointing west

Wagon master hollering, everyone to get in line

If the weather holds, and no injuns attack we’ll be fine

 

 

We should all be at our new home real soon

Spearfish Dakota, in about three week’s time

Mr. Custer says is no need to worry about Sioux

Says their running scared of the bugle and the blue

The train, we got six injuns a riding our point

You can see the hate of us in their faces and eyes

 

 

Mr. Custer, on your word, the promises you made

Thirty families and mine have risked our lives

We had not yet cleared Fort Cody Nebraska

Then came the news, Yellow Hair and the 7th

Would ride these plains and hills no more

 

 

One more week we made the Black Hills

The Promised Land of gold, coal, and lumber

O yes, and several thousand Sioux on every side

Now my family and I are all planted six feet under

In this cold ground we had hoped one day to plow

Spearfish South Dakota: Great Sioux Nation: The Blood And The Gold

Spearfish Dakota and Blood

What an odd name, ye think of me

But for a lack of good or even bad luck

Maybe my name would be more renowned

In the books of our country’s history books

Black Hills Dakota, land of lore, gold and blood

Deadwood you know, Hickok lying in his own

Crazy Horse, the one who cried when bees touched his blood

The Seventh went down in history, their sins paid with their own

 

My feet have always been planted in the center of timber and gold

All around me is glory and fame and the dried blood of many

The great Sioux Nation and the tears that they paid

Not even the grade school books tell the truth of our story

Come visit Custer’s Last Stand they got what they deserved

Rapid City a main gateway to the great northwest

Four faces carved in stone, a true Rushmore Monument

I stand true to the blood sweat and tears who bore me

Of my name I am very proud though white men gave it

Sturgis now rumbles right next to me loud and proud

Spearfish South Dakota, Black Hills magic then and now

Spearfish South Dakota: The Great Sioux Nation: The Gold And The Blood

 

 

Spearfish South Dakota The Gold And The Blood

 

What an odd name, ye think of me

But for a lack of luck

Maybe my name would be more prevalent

In the books of our country’s history

Black Hills Dakota, land of lore, gold and blood

Deadwood you know, Hickok lying in his own

Crazy Horse, the one who cried when bees touched his blood

The Seventh went down in history, their sins paid with their own

My feet have always been planted in the center of timber and gold

All around me is glory and fame and the dried blood of many

The great Sioux Nation and the tears that they paid

Not even the grade school books tell the truth of our story

Come visit Custer’s Last Stand they got what they deserved

Rapid City a main gateway to the great northwest

Four faces carved in stone, a true Rushmore Monument

I stand true to the blood sweat and tears who bore me

Of my name I am very proud though white men gave it

Sturgis now rumbles right next to me loud and proud

Spearfish South Dakota, Black Hills magic then and now

GREENPEACE: WATER PROTECTORS SHOULD HAVE RIGHT TO STAY ON THEIR OWN SACRED LAND

(THIS ARTICLE IS COURTESY OF NATIVE NEWS ON LINE)

GREENPEACE: WATER PROTECTORS SHOULD HAVE RIGHT TO STAY ON THEIR OWN SACRED LAND

Tribal nations solidarity on display in Washington, D.C.

Tribal nations solidarity. Native News Online photo by Levi Rickert

Published November 27, 2016

WASHINGTON – Greenpeace responded to the 10-day eviction letter given to water protectors at the Oceti Sakowin camp on Friday by the Army Corps of Engineers. The letter states that the lands will be closed to public access for safety concerns.

In response to this news, Greenpeace spokesperson Lilian Molina said:

“It is 2016, Thanksgiving weekend, and the Army Corps has decided to force the Standing Rock Sioux off of its own sacred land. This is an astounding and shameful move by the United States government. The United States has ignored Indigenous sovereignty for far too long, and Standing Rock is an opportunity for President Obama to do right for the Indigenous community and for the climate.

“If President Obama and the Army Corps truly want to ensure the safety of the water protectors, they will deny the easement for the Lake Oahe crossing and rescind all permits for the pipeline immediately. Fundamentally, this is about standing with an Indigenous community fighting for its own survival by protecting sacred land, water, and climate, or siding with a greedy fossil fuel company looking to destroy all of those things.”

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Spearfish South Dakota: Great Sioux Nation: The Blood And The Gold

Spearfish Dakota and Blood

What an odd name, ye think of me

But for a lack of luck

Maybe my name would be more prevalent

In our country’s history books

Black Hills Dakota, land of lore, gold and blood

Deadwood you know, Hickok lying in his own

Crazy Horse, the one who cried when bees touched his blood

The Seventh went down in history, their sins paid with their own

My feet have always been planted in the center of timber and gold

All around me is glory and fame and the dried blood of many

The great Sioux Nation and the tears that they paid

Not even the grade school books tell the truth of our story

Come visit Custer’s Last Stand they got what they deserved

Rapid City a main gateway to the great northwest

Four faces carved in stone, a true Rushmore monument

I stand true to the blood sweat and tears who bore me

Of my name I am very proud though white men gave it

Sturgis now rumbles right next to me loud and proud

Spearfish South Dakota, Black Hills glory then and now!

Spearfish South Dakota: The Great Sioux Nation: The Blood And The Gold

 

Spearfish Dakota The Blood And The Gold

What an odd name, ye may think of me

Maybe my name would be more prevalent

In our country’s history books but for a lack of luck

Black Hills Dakota, land of lore, gold and blood

Deadwood you know, Hickok lying in a pool of his own

Crazy Horse, the one who cried when bees touched his blood

The Seventh went down in history, their sins paid with their own

My feet have always been planted in the center of timber and gold

All around me is glory and fame and the dried blood of many

The great Sioux Nation with the blood and tears that they paid

Not even the grade school books tell the truth of our story

Come visit Custer’s Last Stand they got what they deserved

Rapid City a main gateway to the great northwest

Four faces carved in stone, a true Rushmore monument

I stand true to the blood sweat and tears who bore me

Of my name I am very proud though white men gave it

Sturgis now rumbles right next to me loud and proud

Spearfish South Dakota, Black Hills magic then and now

Poem: Spearfish South Dakota

Spearfish

 

What an odd name, ye think of me

But for a lack of luck one never knows

Maybe my name would be more prevalent

In our country’s history.

 

Black Hills Dakota, land of lore, gold, and blood

Deadwood you know, Hickok lying face down in his own

Crazy Horse, the one who cried when bees touched his blood

The Seventh went down in history, their sins paid with their own.

 

I’m in the center of timber and gold

All around me is glory and fame

The great Sioux Nation

And the tears that they paid.

 

Now only grade school books tell our story

Come visit Custer’s Last Stand

Rapid City the main gate to the northwest

Four faces carved in stone, a true monument.

 

I stand true to the blood who bore me

Of my name I am very proud

Sturgis now rumbles right next to me

Spearfish South Dakota, then and now.

Poem: Spearfish South Dakota

Spearfish

 

What an odd name, ye think of me

But for a lack of luck

Maybe my name would be more prevalent

In our country’s history.

 

Black Hills Dakota, land of lore, gold, and blood

Deadwood you know, Hickok lying in his own

Crazy Horse, the one who cried when bees touched his blood

The Seventh went down in history, their sins paid with their own.

 

I’m in the center of timber and gold

All around me is glory and fame

The great Sioux Nation

And the tears that they paid.

 

Now only grade school books tell our story

Come visit Custer’s Last Stand

Rapid City a main gate northwest

Four faces carved in stone, a true monument.

 

I stand true to the blood who bore me

Of my name I am very proud

Sturgis now rumbles right next to me

Spearfish South Dakota, then and now.

(History/Poem): Spearfish South Dakota

Spearfish South Dakota

 

What an odd name, ye may think of me

But for a lack of luck ye all would know me

Maybe my name would be steeped in lore

In our Country’s Great Plains fabled history

 

Black Hills Dakota, land of the Great Sioux Nation, gold, and blood

Deadwood you know, Bill Hickok dying in blood with his famous hand

Crazy Horse, an outcast child because he cried when bees spilt his blood

Custer and the Seventh etched in history, paying for their genocidal sins

 

I’m in the center of timber and gold

All around me is glory and fame

The great mighty Sioux Nation

And the tears that they paid

 

Now only grade school books tell my story

Come visit the Little Big Horn Custer’s Last Stand

Rapid City now a main gate to the great northwest

Four faces carved in stone, a true monument

 

I stand true to the blood of those who bore me

 Shrouded in the famous Black Hills history

Sturgis’s freedom now rumbles right next to me

Spearfish South Dakota, Paradise of God, then and now

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