Written by Keetonah
He was born by the fire in the open woods,
his eyes glowing with the embers burning
The wind kissed his tiny lips as it blew his scent
through the forest land.
The creatures of the forest gathered round
honoring the young one with their presence.
Behind the big pine tree stood the wolf
singing his song, the long howl in the night
sent his spirit into the babe.
Overhead the sharp eyed hawk, circled
having the greatest view of all
for he saw the spirit of this child and guided it
from the moment he entered this world.
The young boy grew, and learned the ways of his people
chosen the medicine man of their future
he studied his grandmother well as she chanted
and danced around the fire
Now the young one has become a man
he has learned to speak to the wind
and all the creatures of the forest
He calls upon the stars and all of mother earths medicines
Silently he walks, no words spoken
he blends in with the woods
and only his people know where he is
as if a expertly made collage, hidden,
only to be found, by the shrill of the hawk,
or the call of the wolf
He stands strong for his people
with a healing heart and healing hands
His words are of wisdom
which come from the purification of his soul
and there next to his spirit, is her heart
belonging to only him.
Written by Keetonah
December 20,2001
