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The Seeker
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The Seeker A seekers vision reveals blue sky like velvet His dream ally, his spotted dog leads the seeker to the cave of ancients An elders circle, the ancients share a pipe The smoke inhaled, exhaled in deep thought Their minds now at peace, speak to the seeker Call together the people to hear our voices The spirits whisper high above the earth The eagles soar above the mountain peaks The buckskin is decorated with past deeds We take the reins to ride the painted ones Our minds foresee the hunt for the noble beasts We eat and are wrapped now in buffalo robes Clouds float high above us to paint Pictures on rocky walls to tell the tales of long ago when we ruled this earth and lived in unison with its spirit Spotted dog stretches and then barks The moon arises to light the way home Vision seeker returns to speak with much to say The people gather listening to the wind Mother has spoken through the elders He tells of his sight of the great snow and the cold brutal nights He discovered fire to survive He cooks his bison and chews for life The elders saw and were glad The people would rise again The Great Spirit would watch over us In the heavens the spirits wait The light is eternal, its fire bright No living man can look into it The elders taught the many truths that the light should guide us Seekers vision was one of renewal The Mother earth shall be revived The people will walk free upon her and be pure once more �Dale Clark

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on November 8, 2006

this tale is a source of spiritiual nourishment as well enforcing the cultural bonds of a once great community of natural beings ... a most inspired poem, Dale ...

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on November 5, 2006

Spotted dog stretches and then barks
The moon arises to light the way home

... This I find a delightful detail in this write that, for me, brings the whole together and merges the spiritual with the material. Animals are "familiars" in every sense of the word, and share our immortal longings and understandings, I think: they smell it in the air and probably have more of an acute understanding of the harmony of such things. I always look forward to sittin cross-legged in a circle, toaking on a shared peace-pipe of whatever poetic flavour on your page, Dale. This one's tobacco is broad-leaved, fragrant and streaming with essential oils... Gotta luv it! K xx

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

The elders taught the many truths
that the light should guide us

They surely did; if only more would still listen.

Truly enjoyed this one, Dale.

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on November 4, 2006

Ditto Eileen.........wow you outdid yourself with this wonderful piece!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on November 3, 2006

I feel like I just went to see a great native american movie! Superb write Dale! Thanks for sharing...ET

Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)

Good one

Reviewed by F William Broome

This is excellent writing, Dale. You have a novice in me, so I take your words as true in recalling First American history Reading this, I feel as if I were present and a participant in these proceedings. Thank you very much. - Bill

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Spiritually compelling verses, Dale. Beautiful! Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and peace to you,

Regis

Reviewed by J M (Reader)

Native American poetry is always so beautiful for it includes the love of the Supreme Spirit God most highs creation for he created all things. The care of the earth is something the Native Americans can claim as heritage better than any other tribes on the earth. Your poem has beauty and is so well expressed.