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Char-Sun

Char- Sun On the night of the charred sun a male child is born The Indians called the harvest Moon a charred sun This became the child’s name as he grew in wisdom He was not a warrior he was born to be a healer Char sun grew into a very strong spiritual man When he was small, a white man had given him a flute He told Char sun if he learned to play it, sweet music would arise All of nature’s living things would come to sit at his feet He would sneak off into the woods for hours at a time practicing One night Char sun saw the same Moon he was born under A voice began to speak to him and a fire entered him The voice told him to play your gift will lead you His fingers flew across the flute and the music was sweet Coming from the forest were the deer, squirrels, eagles and bears The rest of the tribe heard the music and began pouring into the forest Curious about where the sweet music was coming from and why Arriving upon such as seen the chief bent down and knelt on one knee The remainder of the tribe slowly dropped one by one to their knees For Char sun has become the holy man within the tribe The animals that follow him carry the spirits of our ancestors The chief stands to his feet and declares “This night Char sun Has become our holy man called by the great king of the sky The song of their tribe began to rise, paying homage to the king Our winters will be fruitful and our land will prosper cried the chief Char son was born to guide us into the holy lands Each warrior here will follow and protect him The buffalo will run and our bellies will be full Our time of famine has been broken through the gift Of Char sun Carole Cookie Arnold Constance La France’s Contest Tell His Story

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  1. Date: 4/14/2011 11:56:00 PM
    I have sent you soup mail!

  1. Date: 4/14/2011 2:47:00 AM
    Beuatiful story, so vivid and mystical. I loved it. Lainie

  1. Date: 3/25/2011 5:45:00 AM
    Very touching write makes you want to stay in the forest for a while. Love and Light, Vienna.

  1. Date: 3/22/2011 1:13:00 PM
    Congratulations on the seventh place win in the contest of Constance, Carole

  1. Date: 3/22/2011 11:40:00 AM
    Always a pleasure to see you in the top ten, Carole Congratulations on your worthy poem's honored seventh place. Agape, Moses

  1. Date: 3/22/2011 11:19:00 AM
    Congratulations on your super win Cookie in Constance's contest " Tell His Story". Love, Carol

  1. Date: 3/22/2011 9:11:00 AM
    Carole, ou have captured the spiritual quality that emanates from the picture so well. Congratulations on your win in Constance's contest! Love, Carolyn

  1. Date: 3/22/2011 8:52:00 AM
    Wonderful story, Carole. Many congrat's on your WIN. Lainie

  1. Date: 3/22/2011 12:17:00 AM
    Congratulations on the win Cookie.

  1. Date: 3/21/2011 8:32:00 PM
    Very interesting story, well told. Congratulations. Love, Joyce

  1. Date: 3/21/2011 8:26:00 PM
    Congrats Cookie on your super win in Tell His Story contest luv.. a stunning story ..enjoy your sweet success with luv..

  1. Date: 3/21/2011 6:14:00 PM
    Thank you for supporting my contest, Carole, I really like your interpretation of the inspiration image~~

  1. Date: 3/21/2011 1:13:00 PM
    I hve enjoyed this portrayal of the holy man (char sun) Cookie, i hope you do well with it in the contest!