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Jon, Ben, Jason M, Mark


Ghost Warriers
By Donald Hook

Shadows dance on canyon walls, They are shadows from my fire. [Anybody know what fire indicates? Maybe his perception of history?]
And from these walls Ghost Warriors call "Your history is a liar." [Would a ghost warrior look like this?]
[This piece rhymes its lines in an AABB pattern. At times, the writing style because corny, because the author seems to be trying so hard to make the lines rhyme, it becomes a stretch at times.] [in line 1 the author gives human characteristics to the shadows, because shadows don't dance]
"Our sacred lands were stolen and this we can't forget." [I can sense a bit of pride on the part of the NA's.]
"The spirits of our warriors who gave their lives for it."
[See what I mean about the corny rhymes? "Forget" doesn't rhyme much with "It."]

But the wind whispers to me that the shadows I see [Internal rhyme…very rhythmic…I like it] are visions of when the west was young. [Here's a vision for you…]
And the Indian danced around his council fire where prayers to the Great Spirit were sung.
They asked the Great Spirit to guide them in this their troubled time. [There is a bit of hope in this line but it's refuted two paragraphs later.]
For the white man walked upon their land and said "This land is mine." [A very racist comment by today's standards, but true nonetheless.]
[The wind whispers sounds like onomatopoeia as well as an alliteration.
"when the west was" line also sounds like alliteration. I also noticed throughout the poem the author gives human characteristics to many things. this made me think of their religion and how they feel that they are all one with nature. ]

It was the search for yellow iron that became the red man's curse. [Yellow iron; obviously gold. This seems to be the story of Westward Expansion! It was also true with South America.]
For the white man swarmed [Gives the impression of locust, or killer bees] upon their land each fighting to be first.
And no amount of prayers could stop the coming flood. [Flood of blood, or white men?]
Soon the yellow iron was bathed in Indian blood.

The Great Spirit couldn't help them they had to fight alone. [Could the author be giving up old beliefs in the Great Spirit?]
For the mountains and the desert that had always been their home.
The Indian was defeated and just seemed to fade away.
And his sacred lands were ravished it seemed in but a day.
[i thought this picture demonstrated how they felt religiously by being one with nature http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http:www.angelessence.co.uk/images/categories/native_american_card-1.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.angelessence.co.uk/index.php%3Fmain_page%3Dindex%26cPath%3D62&usg=NtVBZ1TfdsJN6-WpPdawohe5p2Q=&h=400&w=400&sz=75&hl=en&start=21&zoom=1&tbnid=j1bQFwlBO05sTM:&tbnh=165&tbnw=183&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dnative%2Bamerican%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dsafari%26rls%3Den%26biw%3D999%26bih%3D849%26tbs%3Disch:10%2C704&um=1&itbs=1&iact=hc&vpx=147&vpy=148&dur=3726&hovh=225&hovw=225&tx=173&ty=128&ei=NI2RTKLHIoH78AbqmPX9BQ&oei=goyRTKKWBYL-8Ab4s4mzBQ&esq=5&page=2&ndsp=18&ved=1t:429,r:0,s:21&biw=999&bih=849

The mountains were blasted open; the gold ripped from beneath the earth. [Sounded like this?]
The wounded land lies silent now and has but little worth. [Reminds me of Chernobyl!]
The Indian is gone forever from this land that once was his. [A very nice, romantic idea…but not altogether true. Look on page four of this document…]
And no one seems to want it now not the way it is. [Why does the writer say this? Is it true? It's never struck me as being so.]
[in line 2 the author gives human characteristics to land. the last line in this poem really struck me hard. It really makes me feel for the Native Americans because even after they were killed and driven from their land, the "white people'' didn't even want the land they took the way it was]

So now that you know their story, will you listen to the whispering wind? [A cry for recognition? Is the author trying to get a point across?]
The ghosts of ancient warriors are singing their songs again. [Echoes back to the first part of the poem about the shadows]
They're singing to the Great Spirit their sad and mournful prayers. [Interesting that they're praying to the Great Spirit, even though he couldn't help them in the first place?]
Asking Him to make whole again this land that once was theirs. [This leaves a very depressing, hopeless sort of ending to our tale.]
[i thought this was a neat picture that suited the title as well as the rest of the poem http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http:www.nativeamericantelecom.com/images/native_american_image_person.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.nativeamericantelecom.com/&usg=Y_0EfdHFGZUmgWFa7rKVkIXh-Ug=&h=579&w=867&sz=43&hl=en&start=0&zoom=1&tbnid=51iAw7xh-90hJM:&tbnh=133&tbnw=186&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dnative%2Bamerican%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dsafari%26rls%3Den%26biw%3D999%26bih%3D849%26tbs%3Disch:1&um=1&itbs=1&iact=hc&vpx=340&vpy=518&dur=70&hovh=183&hovw=275&tx=130&ty=103&ei=goyRTKKWBYL-8Ab4s4mzBQ&oei=goyRTKKWBYL-8Ab4s4mzBQ&esq=1&page=1&ndsp=21&ved=1t:429,r:12,s:0] sorry its such a long link