Silent Moccasins 

By Kathy Lynn©



While traveling through mountains across the mighty plains

Where stories of the Indian Nations are only sighs of the winds

Proud spirits roam their once precious land

Walking through the valleys in silent moccasins



Grandfathers told stories of brave warriors from the past

As each generation recalled them from the last

They danced and sang songs to bring the rain

To nourish their fields of corn and grain







Gathered in a circle the prayer feather in their hands

Passing it to one another in reverence

Asking their Gods to watch over all of them

Now the only thing left is the whisper of the wind

As they go through eternity wearing silent moccasins



In their canoes the warriors paddled out across the sea

Chieftain warriors would gather with all of the rest of the tribe

The powwow was a chance to eat, dance and sing

Of the future and of all of their dreams



They moved across the land following the herds

Only taking what they needed to survive

Each time the game moved on to another place

They had to move if they wanted to stay alive



Medicine men made herbs to heal

They chanted ancient rituals

These were special men old and wise

They were reverend by all the tribe



Legends told from father to son

So that they would be passed on

They are told to this very day

As the children remember them in play



At the powwows all are dressed in native clothes

They gather together native games are played

Each one listening as the legends and stories told



When the world is silent and the wind is soft

If you stop what you are doing and listen

You will see ghosts of the warriors

As they walk with silent moccasins