The Sacred Canyon

Mountains and Rivers 155

The Cheyenne drifted into the sacred canyon,

their spotted horses’ eyes,

filled with tears,

the sky was heavy.

They found a broken lance,

laying on the ground,

next to – a burned out lodge,

smoke rising.

The wolves scattered,

going away hungry,

panting, and breathless.

The mourning song came,

and an all-night prayer meeting,

so they could have the strength,

to forgive, instead of turning,

into vultures.

No one wanted,

another war.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Blessings to everyone and peace!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

11 thoughts on “The Sacred Canyon

  1. Awww very touching! What really got me is “their spotted horses’ eyes filled with tears”… Heartbreaking poem…

      1. You’re so welcome, my friend! Yes, I know! This one was so heart wrenching, just as their history… It hurts to think about it. Peace and Love.

  2. the way native americans were treated- its a shame! real shame! I am glad that Aryans did not do the same to original Indians, Dravids, I don’t know if they practice their religion though… some tribals do freely and merrily.

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