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Then and Now

Looking back to the old west I can see the open plains with the tall grass weaving in the breeze and the clouds floating high in the sky. In the distance there is a cloud of dust coming from a herd of buffalo on the run. The reason they are running I do not know but they are coming fast hopefully they will stop at the tall grass to eat. For there is a thousand or more of them. In the distance I can see there are men upon horses with bow and arrows in amongst the herd they are the hunting party from a village near by. For the people of that village need food and clothing from the mighty buffalo to survive. They take just what they need and no more. For they know how to live with nature, not against it. For this reason I admire them. They were very smart in the ways of nature more so than we are now days. They believed in the Great Spirit and Mother Earth and a lot of other spirits or gods. They also believed in visions. Something now days, if we get them, we just dismiss them and go on with our lives. Prehaps if we took heed of them we would not be in the state that we are. But who am I to say anything about this subject for I am nobody. I do wish and pray that we will come back and start to use our good common sense before it is to late. This is just my opinion.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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