Chief Roaring Eagle

He sits Alone, In the rising sun ; or is it a setting Moon? With a birch bark Flute, a sadden Heart plays a very lonely tune Go north, then west, says Chief Roaring Eagle, I’ll be with You soon You can feel the tears of “Roaring Eagle” rolling down Your cheek As he plays a forlorn melody ( of history ) his birch bark flute : sings bleak For his Native American Ancestry : a Heritage where tribal Leaders “Speak” Of Yesterdays, when canoes would travel the rivers, catching trout in the creek In remembrance when Buffalo, Deer, roamed the plains, Salmon owned streams When a Young Brave, became a man, Hunting in the Forest ; Alone with His dreams Alone with the mysteries of Life with the voice of Forefathers’ forever heard screams As the Flute sings to the barren forest of bygones,Chief Roaring Eagle’s Eye, Gleams In Thanksgiving to the Almighty, the Song of Life , Continues to reassure the Living The echoes of the birch bark flute reverberate through a dieing forest, ever Living Go North, then West, to a new land where the Songbirds sing of LOVE: and Thrive Where the melody of a birch bark Flute ; Sings to Nature we are now again “ ALIVE Inspired by the Contest "Tell His Story" sponsored by ~Constance~ A Rambling POET Written by HGarvey Daniel Esquire~~ Dedicated to all Native Americans 9th Place