Peace Pipe Shepherding Poetry


Native American people culturally liked a smoke

It seems to me, that a little peace and calm

Really wouldn’t do the world any harm

To have taken something so simple as smoke

And alleviated it to its current dominion, is somewhat short of a joke.

The smoke (and mirrors) we now do see

Are nothing short of mediocrity

Of the world that was

Could be again, should we decide to love our men

And respect our women and our land

Surely, that should be the plan?

But yet, here we are again

Some fighting to be herd

Some fighting to be led, controlled by something we do not know

Fighting against the written realities as real as John Snow

So easy to draw a line for access to the divine

So, smokers far and wide

Bear in mind that true joy is yours to find

Give, with each toke, do not thee frown

Think sweet, peaceful thoughts as you exhale

Breathe out peace to all around

Each little atom will carry your message to the world

And be found.


The End.

By Samantha Harris. 1st October 2019. After reading the amount of health benefits to natural tobacco that hasn’t been grown with pesticides and then stuffed with preservatives. Earth heals us, give it a chance to.