Campfire Warmth

The old tales told along the divide
where the trail leads into a cut bank
The river flows there towards the
encampments of ancients
and our vision tells us of great hunts
as we see in the fire light
the melting sky
We hear the movement of the living
and feel the paths taken by those
long dead
The water is turquoise blue, clear
and clean like the air which blows down
the great divide
There is the truth that covers the mountains
and lies upon the land like the grass
It shall regrow and make way for others
So the buffalo will roam
the brothers and sisters will survive
It is the home of those who traveled there
We see it in the fire light
and hear the horses hooves in the distance
and feel their power and strength
We move in the circle and watch, listening
the ice cracks and melts
into a glacial retreat
We follow the old North trail into the past
still we search for the truth
and wonder how we’ve came into this chaos
when such peace came before us
We see it in the campfire
We sense it in the fellowship and believe
it can be found again

©Dale CJ Clark