When I hear the Lakota songs
I think of the wind pushing lodge smoke,
up into the sky,
and the hands of time reversed,
to when the earth was new,
not old and dirty.
Where mothers held their children,
and men sharpened their arrows,
dreaming of the next hunt,
food for the people.
Grandmothers, and grandfathers,
told stories then, teaching the people,
about love and honor.
There were no rifles yet,
and young children could run safely,
not worried about sickness or death,
medicine men, and medicine women, brought healing.
The people alive,
maybe it was not paradise,
but at least their spirits were free,
and their culture flourished.
I love hearing, Lakota music in the wind.
Blessings to everyone and PEACE!
“If you love nature, you will love people.”
Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree
video from youtube, music by Earl Bullhead, artwork copyrights by original artists
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