The Tepee Poem

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A tepee stood majestic tall,
A shelter strong, both grand and small,
With canvas walls and poles of wood,
A dwelling where stories often stood.
Its shape unique, a cone-like form,
A nomad's home, amidst the storm,
A refuge in the wilderness wide,
A symbol of heritage, with pride.
Inside its walls, a fire would burn,
Providing warmth, a lesson to learn,
A gathering place for kin and clan,
A circle of life, a sacred plan.
The smoke would rise through the smoke hole high,
Casting shadows against the sky,
A dance of light, a flickering glow,
A beacon in the night's dark flow.
Adorned with hides and patterns bold,
Each tepee told a story untold,
Of tribes and cultures, rich and deep,
Of ancient customs they would keep.
The tepee's door, a humble flap,
A portal to another map,
Where nature's beauty could be seen,
Through open eyes, both sharp and keen.
The stars above, a twinkling guide,
As the tepee stood, with grace and pride,
A symbol of resilience and might,
A shelter in both day and night.
Though time has passed, and days have gone,
The tepee's legacy lives on,
A reminder of a way of life,
Of harmony with earth and strife.
So, let us honor, with respect,
The tepee's history, architect,
And remember the wisdom it imparts,
A dwelling of culture, near our hearts.