INDIAN Walker/Spires My thoughts are few, but your questions many. You cannot squeeze life's blood where there isn't plenty. I am Indian, I cannot love you as I love the wind & earthen walls. Sometimes my mind's eye is like the seas' angry squalls. This is as close as I dare to come, For I know not the words that seem to have done As well for humans before & after me. Long ago, I could have caught my horse And trained him with my hands. Now if I were blessed with the means to buy him, I would not have the land to provide him. I am Indian, More red than white, more dark than light, Not wrong or right - only hoping to see the light.