Tribute To Native Americans
There was a mystical anticipation in
Running Wolf’s embracing forest tonight.
A heart-felt feeling that encompassed the tents,
The bonfires, and the family. The children had felt it at first light.
Mother Air was fog-like thick, Father Mountain colder than usual.
Brother Trees darkened themselves in a strange way,
Auntie Twilight helped Spirit Sisters enter the trees,
Rocks, and moss, on this particular day.
Day Spirit slept while Night Spirit took over.
Brother Sky smiled and twinkled in happy glee,
As well-kept secrets of the evening were hurled,
And Cousin Squirrels began the climb up their tree.
Running Wolf’s tribe family did not know it at the time, but
Some said to the Great Spirit later, there was no fright.
None were surprised when they discovered themselves
In the Other World greeting their ancestors at first light.
Written 11-16-2018 Contest: Tribute to Native American Culture
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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