Storm in the Night

Blackfoot Lodges c. 1900

Lightening cracked open the sky, and thunder shook the earth again. The storm was on top of them. Most of the men and women were outside now, even though it was the middle of the night. The wind was getting stronger and was playing havoc with the lodge flaps, so the people were busy closing them, tightening the lodge poles, and gathering in what they could. Anything they could not grab was tossed into the air. Children were crying, mothers were screaming, and the men were busy giving commands that nobody heard.

A few of the men tried tending the panic stricken horses. Herding them into a small space worked well in spite of the noise. Another crack, and more rumbling from below. It seemed as if the earth might break open with the shaking. The men stayed with the horses as long as they could, until the hard driving rain forced everyone inside.

No one could sleep. Young lovers took advantage of the time, parents held their children, and some worried about the damage to the village. Would the horses return? They would have to wait until morning.

There was one person that was not awake or asleep. He went to live in the spirit world that night and left his body behind. Lone Horse had been an old man, loved by all the people. He had wisdom from the Creator, and usually after a council meeting people would say – “Lone Horse thinks….” or, “Lone Horse says…” Now there would be an empty seat at council meetings. It was a great loss for everyone.

His wife, Cricket in the Meadow, would not find him until morning. They had been married for more than fifty years, and the people would worry if she could survive the loss. Her health was frail, but fortunately there was still the sparkle of light in her eyes.

Their one child died at a young age from the fever. They carried this pain for the rest of their lives, but it gave them both a vulnerability, a sensitivity, that brought out love in all they did. The people would wrap their arms around Cricket in the Meadow, holding her tight, enveloping her with their love, for as long as she needed. They would get through this somehow, together.

Still, it was a dark time.

Writing Copyright © 2021 rivers renewed, Image public domain

The Sky Began Breaking

The sky began breaking as a few persistent snowflakes descended mixed with rain. I carved another arrow, while My Love shifted slightly in her buckskin, placing more wood on the fire crackling.

The horses next to our lodge, snorted their steam, anxious to return to the valley. I knew it would not be long until our band of brothers tracked our food in the snow. Then bows pulled in breathless silence….

I woke up with a start, sitting up realizing it was all just a dream……with the one I love breathing quietly next to me. A picture of beauty and peace.

Yet I could have sworn I heard……the thunder of hoofbeats in the distance…..

Poetry and Image Copyright © 2021 rivers renewed

Note: This is fiction, and poetry.

Available Thunder

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Lacking the available thunder, we remain hopeful

surveying the evidence increasing,

we make our case,

giving our voice

to the truth.

(Regarding the Impeachment Trial)

One thing is for certain, and that is that one day the Grandchildren and the Great Grandchildren of some of today’s Republican Senators will ask,

“Why Grandpappy……why…..did you lie during the Impeachment Trial? “Why did you protect such a terrible leader….one who was only concerned about himself??

Why Grandpappy? There will be no good answer, only silence….there will be no excuse…..

What a terrible thing to do. What a horrible way to live.

      

Poetry, Writing, and Image © Copyright 2020, ancient skies

Accountable

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Did you know our constitution established 3 different branches of government?

There is the Congress, the judiciary, and the president. Each are to be co-equal.

And that it’s the job of the Congress to control the purse strings of government?

as well as hold the president accountable? It’s in the constitution.

Ain’t that something? It’s their job.

You see in the colonial times they were very concerned about the president having too much power,

having had some bad experiences with tyranny and the King of England.

So now, today, if we don’t hold the president accountable, where is our democracy?

     

Writing and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

The 4th of July

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We are a nation of immigrants founded by immigrants

and we signed the papers on the 4th of July

didn’t we? And now may we repent,

as a nation, of our prejudice

of our hatred

for “the other”

as the blood speaks

and children cry

may we turn away from our sins

as we celebrate freedom

may we embrace

the color of our brother

our sister

the diversity,

their precious gifts

we have always

been given.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

Shadows of Our History

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We cannot be forgiven for the sins of our forefathers, but we don’t carry

their shadows either. The blood stains are too great for us to erase

on our own, but perhaps through forgiveness and compassion

we can repair each other, and heal our land.

      

And thank God women can be part of the drum corps now

and even run for President.

     

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies