End of a Path
I have walked this path for all my life;
Following ancient footsteps.
Chasing Tecumseh's dream;
Guided by ThunderBeing.
Often in darkness;
I traveled alone.
Always circling back;
To my peoples' home.
Walking a trail;
That most forgot about.
In times of long past gone;
Me and my Creator.
Retracing time;
Facing fears.
Conquering myself;
Walking between the worlds.
Pausing at crossroads;
Resting in shadows.
Awaiting each new day;
Carrying on old ways.
The horizon is upon me;
The new day is dawning.
My vision is clear and keen;
For what do I see before me?
The End of the Path is ahead;
I scout no more as I did before.
I awoke from Tecumseh's dream;
That even he could not achieve.
Time for return to life as I knew it;
Before I discovered this trail.
I came from a world of remoteness:
And to it I will return.
Medicine Woman retires;
To grow old with peace of mind.
For walking trails is for the young;
And they had a chance to learn.
~ Darlene Doll Smith
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