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Portrait of Randall


Randall, a native American of the Miniconjou band of the Sioux (Lakota) Nation, was in the process of setting up a teepee  (also interchangeably called a Lodge). His buddy, who was helping him set up the lodge, was for the most part Cherokee. When I got there, Randall had two lodges already set up, one was his Lakota style Lodge, and another one was a Cheyenne style Lodge.

At 65 years old, Randall left his everyday job and came down to Newhall, California, USA (part of Santa Clarita) “by special invitation, to bring the true history of the Indian peoples to the white/American public who’s only exposure to this date has been history books written by Europeans, the Anglos, and the movies that they see. This is how we live. This is how we set them up. ”

Randall was looking forward to speak to the people who would be coming to the Santa Clarita Cowboy Festival. Each year, with determination and dedication, Randall spread the true history of his people to everyone he could reach to offset what they learned incorrectly in school.

Image Credits: Bat-Ami Gordin ©2017 all rights reserved. Credit if you use it, please.

Lakota style Lodge

Lakota and Cheyenne style lodges

Randall Erects Teepee (Lodge)
“This is how we set ’em up.”

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Image Credits: Bat-Ami Gordin ©2017 all rights reserved. Credit if you use it, please.

Shipwreck


Shipwreck

Shipwreck

Upon the crests,
Through wild swells,
A plunge onto reef.

Drenched in biting waves:
sails shred to rags,
deck reduced to splinters.

Wind tossed sideways.
An intoxicated stagger.
A drop into a flume.

A blackened sky
blinked like aflare
of plasmic streams.

Moaning angels wais
as haven’s structure
fragment into tribulation.

Elaborate ferocity.
A drowning grave.
Unplanned evacuation.

Countless souls
will never recapitulate:
no more to hearth or lodge.

But for one, vicissitude,
unknown loneliness,
perhaps an ounce of heroism.

Beneath a sopping sky,
upon a ship that spins,
life slips out at sea.

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I wrote this for:

challenge – “shipwreck.”

Also posted on:

The Gooseberry Garden
Poetry Picnic Week 17:Photos, Nostalgia, Memories, and Families

The picture is from:

http://www.ewallpapers.eu/view_wallpaper/shipwreck-1280-800-1680.html

I wish I knew more about it. It’s very cool.