Wado Pointed Ears

My dear friend I keep you often in my mind You guided me to my native path Dancing with me through feilds of time Where to an Elder I have talked at last To find what might be my truer name Though Red Pony I hold close as She runs through my hearts flame Red Pony flying through the fields of wheat Painted hand prints on her cheeks A warrior and lover who fights when true Not a battle could be lost between I and you Fox tails swish through thick forests trees I peer through amber lenses and you peer back at me Wado I speak into pointed ears A wolf brother stands where a fox had appeared Mingled tails meet as they greet one another Waiting for the name to be spoken from an elder.