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I have always had a soft spot in my heart for the Native American and his ways. Long ago and far away in the land of the Menominee (now Wisconsin) one of "The People" became a part of the geneology of our family. She was my father's great-grandmother. The tales that her son, "The Half-breed", who married a beautiful paleface woman, passed on to my father, his grandson have always fascinated me.
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TAPS.
on September 9, 2010 at 7:59 PM
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Pat
Beautiful, wistful and nostalgic. It takes artists to keep alive memories of a way of life that has almost completely faded into history, and your poem does its part...
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Nautikos
on September 9, 2010 at 1:58 PM
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