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.”

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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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