Although he n'ver knew I listened
he, nature composed an opus
magical near our forest, waterfall.
While I fished contently down stream
in the calm deep appearing; still....
o'er rocks notes rolled in harmony.
Grandfather relaxed beside rivers edge
scream's of eagle songs ; blended
in rythmic tones with the flutist.
Creating steps of praise, the spirit
dancer thanked Mother Earth as her
tears flowed sweetly gifting
my nets with food plentiful.
Windspirit whispering in tutelage
little shaman I shall guide your hand
granting you wisdom of the eagle
symbol of our redskin, clan.
So from that day I penned poetry
moving mountains with mere words
running with bears, wolves
as my elders spirit now watches
over a half-breed like me.
I miss his tribal music, the river dancing!
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