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jasandford
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Posted: Tue Nov 4th, 2008 03:23 am |
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Here we speak of an Age of Gold
Grand times of the Great War Hunts of old
Blood red sky of desert waste
Filed of dunes stretching across the eastern sky
Stampede of elders
In a march through the clouds
Storm of lightning strikes
In a chorus of dancing spirits
Legend of the buffalo
When ancient warriors gazed deep into the moon
Battle of earth
Wild run of galloping steads
Battle of thunder
Fury of the buffalo engaged in chase
River of sacred souls
Earth's tomb a long parade of vanishing warriors into the night
Line of brave hearts
Drinking from the fountain of love's youth
Search for adventure and valiant fame
Of noble honor beside death's gates
Great King of the open skies
Beast of the plains which rules in the land of abandoned bones
Great feast of warriors
Spoken of at first light when arrows rise into the sky
Army of piercing flames
descending upon the herd
Wave after wave of arching stars
A blanket of silent passing
Buffalo spirits rising
Into the staircase of golden clouds emerging at noon
Goodbye chants of medicine men
Healing the wounds of a troubled day
Day of mourning, day of remembrance
Day of the buffalo, when gathered tribes feast
Song of the past, song of the hungry
Song of the Age of Gold in memory of the Ancients
When the earth was still
When the land was young
Here we toast of victory
Great deeds performed by our ancestors
Buffalo rising
Storm brewing from eastern sky to the western edge of life
Night ascendancy
Daylight drift of reddening clouds pulsating with courage
War drums of council
Fire ceremony of torches lining the ridge with flames
Circle of souls
Legends, myths; ancient prophecy and illumination
Young warriors of early battle
Speaking with their ancestors and listening to the clouds
Sky of an Angel's outstretched wings and flowing locks
Heartbeat racing with passion, penetrating the soul
Buffalo of man, creature of earth and soil
Beast of the cold winter months of frost and ice
Fond remembrance of chiefs and scouts
Legends of the past sung by angels beside the campfires
Beside the tranquility of settled waters
We gather as one to eat and one to pray
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