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SPIRIT Senior Member
since 2002-12-29
Posts 1745California Desert |
The Missing Son Husband! dear husband’ Thank you for holding me tight. We lay here on buffalo skins Within the confines and privacy Of our tepee, our lodge. Warm beneath the blankets Traded for the baskets, Woven by hands of elderly squaws. It is with you, and you alone That my anxieties can be openly shown, You know me so well after so many years. That small portion of white man’s blood That runs through my veins Has weakened me. I am not stoic in the expected manner Becoming of the chief’s squaw, And it is your understanding That has saved me face so many times. You allow me to cry for my son who is gone, Seeking his manhood, into the unknown wilds. How long will he be gone? Already four full moons have been and past, I wish I knew, I wish you could tell me. Supposing he doesn’t come back? Maybe he has fallen down the rugged mountain side, Been attacked by a wild animal, Or bitten by a snake. Maybe, just maybe The weapons he made and took Were not sufficient for his needs. Maybe he is ill-fated in hunting And therefore starving. Maybe he is dead, Such foolishness running through my head. I am being haunted by my fears. And you allow me to feel them. He has to be alright, doesn’t he? He is seeking his spiritual self, Communing with the Great Spirit Discovering who he is and what he will become. I yearn for a gentle son, a non-violent son. A son who finds his totem in the deer Gentleness, sensitivity and peace Along with the loyalty and courage of the dog And the wisdom, insight and vision of the owl. But that must be the white man’s blood again Coursing through my body, weakening my thoughts. Whilst you dear chief are looking and longing For a brave and fearless warrior A hunter of superior skill, One who will wear the paint of war If the need should arise, with honor and pride, And totally lacking in fear. One to fill the moccasins of you, Your father and his father and his father before, To walk your paths, the paths Of great, brave and honorable chiefs. You neither agree or disagree with the totem That I would choose for our son, For you know he is going to choose, Rather, he will find his own Regardless of what we think or want. What is it my husband? You have something to tell me, I can sense it. What is that? You believe our son will be home Long before the next full moon. Tell me how you know, tell me. You saw today an elk of most enormous girth, You saw in it the spirit of our son The pride, the power, the majesty Tempered with friendship and great stamina. The elk stayed for you to get close enough To observe and understand its presence. There is more? Tell me! Tell me! An eagle flew and hovered practically within your reach And you saw in it the spirit of our son, A visionary full of spiritual enlightenment, With a far surpassing superiority And excelling in all actions. What is that, there is more? You were on the flat rock that balances mysteriously Over the valley far below, and then? A large silver wolf came face to face with you And in it you saw the spirit of our son, And neither one of you felt dread. You felt his commitment to family, You observed an ability in him to teach and create trust. You felt his lack of weakness and fear, You saw a courageous leader with loyal followers. Oh! my dear husband Tonight I will sleep in peace, I look forward to the sun rising on the morrow. Wake up my husband! Wake up! Look coming across the ridge, A man is coming, a man we will need to get to know. We knew and loved the boy that he was when he left. Look at the height of him and the proud walk. It is not befitting that I run to greet him, But I will, I will, Yes it must be that white man’s blood Coursing through my veins That allows me the weakness of showing emotion. I be me BUT who does me be? [This message has been edited by SPIRIT (03-16-2003 01:16 AM).] |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
A wonderful wonderful story. I love it. Joyce |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Enjoyed...James |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
SPIRIT~ Absolutely intriguing~ The Native Indian in me REALLY likes this one a lot~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Flower Member
since 2003-03-15
Posts 240California |
Certainly not what I expected after just getting through reading your piece 'The Gentle Son' but I like it very much. Love reading all these great writes. |
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Flower Member
since 2003-03-15
Posts 240California |
I just came in to read this interesting story again. I don't have a printer so just come back to reread things I liked. This is about my fifth reading of this and I like it better each time. Love reading all these great writes. |
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Trillium
since 2001-03-09
Posts 12098Idaho, USA |
SPIRIT: A magnificent write! I love it all! You painted such waonderful pictures and the emotions were so felt! We were out driving on Sunday evening and came across a herd of elk and deer mixed in a valley near us. Thirty altogether. Wonderful creatures and worthy to be a warrior's spirit. Betty Lou Hebert |
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SPIRIT Senior Member
since 2002-12-29
Posts 1745California Desert |
You are all more than kind and I appreciate it very much. |
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aries_luv_ppl Senior Member
since 2001-09-20
Posts 1448Universal Mind |
This is moving....I think this is one of your best. But of course you will have greater and even better coming. I will be looking forward to read it. Eliza Simmons |
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lorenlynn Member
since 2003-01-27
Posts 203California Beaches |
Wonderful! I can not wait to see your name on a big beautiful book! Such talent girl ,never stop! |
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