Native American Poem I Am With You Still. Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am the soft stars that shine at night.
A trail of tears by debra robertson. Long ago, it seems you restored someone’s legs and eyes for them. I will love you like my own brother, my own blood.
Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am the gentle autumn rain. Another version adds the following lines at the end, do not stand at my grave and weep.
When you awaken in the morning's hush, i am the swift, uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled. I am a thousand winds that blow.i am the diamond glints on the snow.i am the sunlight on ripened grain.i am the gentle autumn rain. “cherokee women” details times when warriors do not return back home.
A warrior's journey by spiritwind. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I give you this one thought to keep. Back in the day by david kaw. Backward man by wayne scott.
When you awaken in the morning hush, i am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. He is a novelist, poet, and filmmaker. I am the gentle autumn rain.