Kurt Philip Behm Poet Rhyme

One Last Dance

My heart stays in Wyoming,
  as Montana calls my name

My spurs and bits ‘a jingling’
  my soul goes north again

Cody up through Beartooth Pass,
  Cooke City just below

The Great Divide off to my left,
  the glaciers ringed with snow

I stop to mourn the western tribes,
  as dark clouds form above

The war cry of Tasunka-Witko,
  crying out with love

My spirit loose to roam the land,
  the great Oglala’s words I hear

Two kindred souls in one last dance,
—as Wakan Tanka draws us near

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Susan Palli February 5, 2017 at 12:49 PM Pituresque and flowing! Nice one, Kurt.

Paulette Calasibetta February 4, 2017 at 10:04 AM Hi Kurt, reading this I felt as though I was on horseback with you! Great piece!