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IN DIFFERENT WAYS
 
A gentle summer breeze descends from
Hills on Crested Bute.
So many summers long ago
They fam'lied Indian Ute.

As history reached across the plains
To show the rightful heirs,
Their Spirit Father listened to
The songs and all their prayers.

And though we may not understand
The ways of other kin,
We know that there is much to learn
About ALL different men.

So I will try to ever be
Accepting as I stay,
With brothers who believe unlike
I do...in different ways.
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By MissSharon

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The NO FRILLS CHALLENGE--read page for complete rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The NO FRILLS CHALLENGE--read page for complete rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The NO FRILLS CHALLENGE--read page for complete rules and info (challenge has been closed)


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