Many Moons Ago - Native American Lore

Before ten thousand moons passed by
reigned Mother Earth and Sacred Sky.
Their spirits whispered on the breeze,
from mountain streams to deepest seas.

Nomadic souls rode ne’er to die
before ten thousand moons passed by
hunting bison, both proud and strong,
with lips chanting ancestral songs.
Each blessing rained from clouds of truth 
of spirits taught in gleaming youth.
Before ten thousand moons passed by,
in native tongue, soared elder’s cry.

Across the plains, they chased a dream,  
like wild horses in warm sun beams.
Their restless souls praised earth and sky
before ten thousand moons passed by.

written 2/12/17

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Date: 3/11/2017 7:17:00 PM
Love the ethereal and dream-like atmosphere, and the lilting rhyme - congrats, Rhonda! :-)
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Date: 3/11/2017 7:14:00 PM
Congrats on a fine win Rhonda
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Date: 2/16/2017 8:45:00 AM
I was told by someone this morning that the first words of a poem are the hook and I would say you have proved them right in this wonderful poem. I love that opening line and to see it repeated through each verse makes it even more amazing to me. This was fantastic Rhonda and while I am here, thanks so much for your kind words on my poems last night, I appreciate that. :)
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Date: 2/13/2017 10:32:00 AM
Wonderful poem...
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