Code Talkers

My soul rejoices For its metaphors, Those pure and mixed; Transforms symbols, Veiled into Light-- We are literary: Our stories, lives, Encrypted by the Maker, Deciphered by Men and women With ears to the earth And eyes to the sky-- They have never forgotten The Great Plains-- Its deep thunder of buffalo; One with brother eagle Respectful of thermals And winds Shared a treasured high The unbreakable code A language of Spirit--