No Words

Long ago, near a quiet lake lived The People Living as one with Mother Earth and Father Sun One day there came to them, a beautiful boy Straight and strong, but of words he had none With The People he grew to glorious manhood But still he had no way to speak of his heart So with love and patience Grandfather made a flute And then No Words and his flute were never apart You could find him in the first morning rays Or in the quiet evening's soft comforting shade Speaking to The People and to the spirit world With the music his grandfather's flute had made It's haunting notes spoke of the beauty around Of the life lived and loved by the water blue Rising up to fly with the wind and the clouds The music of a No Words man of the Sioux Barbara Gorelick..for the " Tell His Story" contest Hosted by Constance, the Rambling Poet