I breathe wind in ancient cusp,
Wyoming's gifted mountain,
yellow stone,
blushing mist in burly brow,
cowering legend, lingering love,
to live as land.
I stare in frosted air,
fragmented stories,
glories misconstrued,
to forage field in crystal flowers,
where thunder baring hooves, as legion,
wanders trail of man's dissension
through forgotten means, and apprehension,
cold, pensive, plagiaristic fingers,
tapping.
Mapping spirit quest to hear it,
these prairie gods
of tribal breeze, bending salvation,
etching foreign, fabled footprints,
inside lost and echoed invitation,
stir sweet soul to fire innovation,
returning youth in pools of wisdom.
I am born alone, to bare my secret,
here to smile in clouds of passion,
when wild is child
of mind in wonder,
these signs of severance, to pull me under.
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A contest entry
- From this "Native American" quote find inspiration by sanch011.
600 points, ended March 8, 2008, 9 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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"Mapping spirit quest to hear it,
these prairie gods
of tribal breeze, bending salvation,
etching foreign, fabled footprints,
inside lost and echoed invitation"
Muddy understands this & has seen it with his own eyes, which is why I say he knows where & whence I came from (unfortunately, it was long after I'd left & moved here)...In my hometown in Kansas, there is a game preserve. We would stay up all night, then climb the watchtower to see the sunrise. The bison never seemed to mind our presence, but then, we weren't there on an errant mission of "cow~tipping", either. 
We were there to share the serenity of sunlight, the wonder of being alive. Beautifully done, my Friend. Good luck in the contest, dear Scribe. 
Wanda
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Wonderful spiritual personification of the buffalo with their pounding hooves and burly brow, foraging icy grasses - the prairie gods. All the best in the comp.
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This was excellent, but the ending was my favorite part..real smooth, very cool.
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Such a wonderful penning
"these prairie gods
of tribal breeze, bending salvation,
etching foreign, fabled footprints,
inside lost and echoed invitation,"
Beautiful!
Lynda
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"I breathe wind in ancient cusp,
Wyoming's gifted mountain, yellow stone,
blushing mist in burly brow,
as legend lingering love
to live as land."
this is so beautiful...
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