No smoke rising from the tepees
Standing like ghost ships on the plains
The eagle settled in his eyrie
Oblivious to seasonal rains
The sun crests over the hilltops
Arousing the land as it dawns
Horses neigh and cattle lowing
A wild coyote yawns
Soon the bustle of early morning
Brings the tented village to life
Children laughing during breakfast
A husband cuddling his wife
The hunters set off o'er the plains
Seeking game to feed the many
With the blessing of the medicine man
They will bring back meat in plenty
When they come back home successful
They will celebrate in dance
Then sing their songs of heroic deeds
And meditate in trance
The elders search the sky for signs
Make plans for a great feast
The Chief will have a newborn son
His sign rose far to the east
Author notes
This is a purely fictional account of a stylised dawn in an entirely fictional Native American village!
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Dad,
You say this is fictional, but it sure has the sound of truth running through it. What a great job you did on this one! This is fantastic!
I love the pictures your words paint for me!
and love
Nyetta
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