A clear summers morning The smoke rises to the sky Rings form in the blue Signals for a pow wow
We gather round a circle of fire The smoke signals visions
We smoke the peace pipe to bless us with the buffalo So we look in four directions North, South, East, West
The visions of the sun We perspire and are hot A lovely breeze whispers
We sit upon the red rocks, telling tales of long ago before the white men came
Fractured dreams of horses with fiery manes appearing upon the bluff the wild mustangs are free
Our hearts soar, like the eagles, like the hawks,
Man who couldn’t walk would ride the painted ponies into the rising sun across the great divide A river meanders this way and the other to find the great sea
Thunder Bird, seeker of visions has visited with the ancient ones He is blessed, he shares it with the people
Man who couldn’t walk
would ride the painted ponies
into the rising sun
across the great divide
A hymn to those "painted ponies" whose spirit so encapsulates the soul of the men who seek to follow in their hoofprints... powerful and healing wisdom indeed. I could smoke this one all day long, Dale... TY hooKah Kate xx (THIS spelling, but of course...!! :))
you commune with the spirit of the native american quite eloquently, Dale ...
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on October 8, 2006
It is indeed. Great write!
Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on October 7, 2006
BEautiful native poetry of the ancient ones... I can relate being part Cherokee......The Native Americans have such a rich culture of worship, respect for earth, and of powerful tales.... This was so enjoyable.
Thank you for sharing the ambiance and the meaning of the pow wow, Dale. Love and peace to you,
Regis
Reviewed by Dove JoAnne Cromp (Reader)
Reviewed on October 7, 2006
We both must be on the same page today..I have beenn to about a hundred Pow Wow's and I adore everything about the culture..You wrote this astonishingly well Dale!!!
Xxx dove
Reviewed by Jane Rodway (Reader)
Reviewed on October 7, 2006
This reads almost like a story, and it takes the reader to the place well, carrying images of Native Americans to those without the knowledge of the culture.
The drug called "The Shari" has been used for vision quests over many years. But, when all the rivers start drying up, the tribe must send a young hunter named Tomás on a much more important trip through the Amazon.
The drug called "The Shari" has been used for vision quests over many years. But, when all the rivers start drying up, the tribe must send a young hunter named Tomás on a much more important trip through the Amazon.
The drug called "The Shari" has been used for vision quests over many years. But, when all the rivers start drying up, the tribe must send a young hunter named Tomás on a much more important trip through the Amazon.
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This is a superb..
saved this one,..
Thanks Dale..
Vesna:)
would ride the painted ponies
into the rising sun
across the great divide
A hymn to those "painted ponies" whose spirit so encapsulates the soul of the men who seek to follow in their hoofprints... powerful and healing wisdom indeed. I could smoke this one all day long, Dale... TY hooKah Kate xx (THIS spelling, but of course...!! :))
Love Tinky
Regis
Xxx dove
Aberjhani
Love,
Eileen