The Medicine Man
Elder and Grandfather of all.
Keeper of stories yet to be told.
His heart flows like the waterfall.
And his spirit is free and bold.
Gentle with his touch and healing.
His knowledge told to him in whispers.
Secretive in his dealings.
Except with the Spirit Keepers.
He listens with his whole heart.
To what the animals shall say.
Life and death is his part.
They make of him each day.
Praying and gathering herbs of life.
To teach us all wrong from right.
His wit is as sharp as knife
And as bright as the full moons light.
The Medicine Man of yesterday.
"Where have you gone?"
Are you where the eagle's play
Or in the notes of our children's songs.
Keeper of stories yet to be told.
His heart flows like the waterfall.
And his spirit is free and bold.
Gentle with his touch and healing.
His knowledge told to him in whispers.
Secretive in his dealings.
Except with the Spirit Keepers.
He listens with his whole heart.
To what the animals shall say.
Life and death is his part.
They make of him each day.
Praying and gathering herbs of life.
To teach us all wrong from right.
His wit is as sharp as knife
And as bright as the full moons light.
The Medicine Man of yesterday.
"Where have you gone?"
Are you where the eagle's play
Or in the notes of our children's songs.
The Buffalo
The fog and dew stretch over the land.
The Grandfather holds time in his hands.
Rays from the sun sheer the darkness.
I look upon the prairies with fondness.
Great and mighty woolen beast.
Will feed my family in a feast.
Their spirits, mystic, noble and strong.
Forever wandering this land they belong.
My hunter steed beneath me heavily breathes.
Tension of the chase is an invisible sheath.
His eyes spy me, yet he does not flee.
He sends an eerie message to me.
"Come and take my heart and release my soul.
Say a prayer and we will become one and whole."
His words speak to me true.
And now the sky is a deep deep blue.
The chase begins: all our hearts beat as one.
My arrow flies true and the ritual begins.
The might beast lies at my feet.
For the second time our eyes meet.
He takes his final breath and forever rests.
I plunge my knife and release his soul upon his request.
I carve his flesh, pound by pound.
To help feed the village that lay abound.
This is my first kill, The Mighty Buffalo.
And we are one Soul to Soul.
The Grandfather holds time in his hands.
Rays from the sun sheer the darkness.
I look upon the prairies with fondness.
Great and mighty woolen beast.
Will feed my family in a feast.
Their spirits, mystic, noble and strong.
Forever wandering this land they belong.
My hunter steed beneath me heavily breathes.
Tension of the chase is an invisible sheath.
His eyes spy me, yet he does not flee.
He sends an eerie message to me.
"Come and take my heart and release my soul.
Say a prayer and we will become one and whole."
His words speak to me true.
And now the sky is a deep deep blue.
The chase begins: all our hearts beat as one.
My arrow flies true and the ritual begins.
The might beast lies at my feet.
For the second time our eyes meet.
He takes his final breath and forever rests.
I plunge my knife and release his soul upon his request.
I carve his flesh, pound by pound.
To help feed the village that lay abound.
This is my first kill, The Mighty Buffalo.
And we are one Soul to Soul.