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Lullaby Across the Plains
Fears ensnared within the winter drifts along the harden ground One lone ember stares off yearning for heaven brothers As I watch its simple battle for survival from dust of ashes gray To tombs that lie stone in forever twilight slumbers In my sleepy hollow head like a saddened tune on flute play I hear further, farther days ahead and think them some great enemy But, louder are the years which shall follow as if it’s greater dread So I return to thoughts outward of the plains lullaby instead Outside the winds lost are moaning singing a sacred song Warning, crawling like shadows long, carry astral visions rolling in Caught like prey dancing in the trees by guardian dream catchers Shamans of the din, their medicine cleansing, sweeping away village sin The ember grows brighter as I feel the warmth on my Ojibwe people all around Sounds of the old man elder still breathing, rhythms of the ceremonial drum Hearst beating over silence of the coming whites waiting to steal away the clouds And their cold tracks of steel lying like death dividing up the rivers run Still I listen, to the plains that speak in nightless lullabies So the cricket’s lie dormant the buffalo’s wintry song is a bolder snore Like clouds upon the desert floor, beneath the watchful eye of the snowy goddess moon Ghosts of warriors galloping across the plains looking for their home So, I call out whispers to them “here we are” adding to the Algonquin tune Smiling with eyes closing, I watch the ember stronger glowing hearth Empowered by life, the gift of the Great Spirit, mountain coyote serenading love of light And mother lays her hand across the plains tucking in all her children of this Earth With this I sleep sounder for awhile longer Although, knowing all things must end with death But, the spirit will live on and on Across the plains in its lullabying song, like the winter's breath
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