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Poem #5 in sisters series

Across the vast and open plains, peacefully lived a strong
and proud people. With the sacrifice of their precious
lives, the west was cruelly won. No longer will they dance
beneath the soft moonlight, or wake with the sun. Their dreams
will not be fulfilled. But their legacy we will remember
for it was through them that I found my beloved sisters.

The sound of drums, beating in the distance. Four sisters
slowly walk towards the brightly burning fire. Strong
forces were leading them, the spirits of those they remember.
Around the fire, they begin their chant, calling on the precious
souls needed to complete the ceremony. In all their dreams
they had wished for their naming. To celebrate, they dance.

Under the pelting rain, the noises of a storm approach, Gina’s dance
has caused the storm. “Dances With Thunder” the first sister
is named. Her uncanny silence marks a time full of dreams
when they all first began to bond, when her words were strong.
To make it this far, to their ceremony, they cherish every precious
second. Heavy scents rose from the burning herbs. Remember.

Andi took her position, taking care to remember
her new name, “Walks in Faith.” A new dance
began as she moved slowly, carefully, for the precious
beads and placed them over her head. Her sisters
watched on with reverence. In her heart she felt strong
knowing her pain had led to the fulfillment of her dreams.

With feathers blowing in her hair, just like in her dreams,
“Crazy Horse” appears. A name they would all remember
from the history books. Melissa deserved this strong
name for she had held on. And now she could dance
as if there were not a care in the world. Her sisters
were there, all together, a time so precious.

To pay respect, Ivy was given the precious
task of playing the drums. Now known as “Dream
Chaser” she continued her slow rhythm. Sisters
they always were, now bonded in an attempt to remember
the lives that were lost. They shared another dance
and the ceremony ended, all of them strong.

To four sisters, the Native Americans were precious.
To the strong, loud drums, they dance.
Their worlds full of dreams. They remember.