Native America

Beneath the sky's vast, open dome,
Where Native spirits freely roam,
In wondrous lands, they've always known,
Wordplay's rhythm finds its home.

Ancestors danced with joy and cheer,
Their wisdom echoes, crystal clear,
Loved the land, their hearts held dear,
Wordplay's magic, drawing us near.

Legacy's tale, we carefully thread,
In hands and hearts, it's kept and spread,
The torch of culture, forever fed,
In wordplay's garden, ideas widespread.

With reverence and a wordplay twist,
In Native lands, their spirits persist,
In unity, history's tangled list,
In wordplay's dance, past and present coexist.

In this poem, history's our guide,
Native and American stories coincide,
A shared celebration, with wordplay as our ride,
In playful language, our voices side by side.