Cherokee Summer
Paint ponies by the lodge
White manes
Turned silver in the moon’s glow
Taste of Mother Earth
Burden baskets hang at the door
They hold many seasons
Of worries & fears
The night owl comes
He sings the death song
Your time here has ended
The West door beckons you
Night Owl grows silent
© March 1984
In Memory of Jacob Michael MacCallister
March 18, 1957 ~ January 26, 1983
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