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| Group: Administrator Level: Top Dog  Posts: 105 Joined: 2/24/2006 IP-Address: saved  | In the mountains and on the prairie In the forests and in the open We roam to see the land before us And how the People live beside us. We watch their lives slowly unfolding Watch their children slowly growing Reaching manhood, becoming women In the land they call their own. Weíre the mightiest of the Elk Tribe With antlers as trees growing With powers from our fathers With magic coursing through our blood. On the prairie there is a young man We have often seen him hunt there Draw his bow and send his arrows Bringing down the mighty buffalo. We have watched him on his pony Ride into the running herd of thunder Strong and bravely does his killing Providing for his honored parents. As we stand hidden, behind the bull pines Blending with the brush around us We have seen him stalk the brown bear Take itís life with knife and arrow. He is brave and he is noble He shows no fear when in a battle Rushing towards advancing enemy Wielding shield and lance, surviving. All of his bravery we have witnessed All the man-strength, he has plenty All of his power he shows daily In this young man we have seen this. Among his people there is a woman Soft and pretty as a new leaf Wanted by many of the young men Who in their robes desire to wrap her. In robes of buffalo they have taken Quilled and painted, telling stories With picture writing they speak of conquests On their robes of warmth and courting. Wanting to whisper words of needing Hidden beneath the darkened shelter Close together, arms around her They feel the need to be close to her. With their painted faces, greet her Show their strong young bodies to her Tell her all that they could give her Laughing, joking with young Calf Woman. As we watched the young men courting We saw the bravest from among them Standing hidden, silently watching Wishing the words he thought, could reach her. Among the trees along the river Through the red of willows standing Comes the beauty of Calf Woman With her gourd she comes for water. Day after day we see him stand there Among the willows surely hidden He watches the beauty of the woman Longs to touch her and to hold her. He tried to call his heart words to her They left his lips in only whispers Falling soon they floated downward And on the ground lay gasping, dying. On the breeze they never floated To her ears, they did not reach them In her heart she could not feel them Feel his words of love, and warm her. As she left the waterís lapping And the young manís love and wanting Unknowingly trod upon his words that lay there Dying on the damp and rocky ground. On the pathway to the village Many young braves there awaited With their smiles upon their faces With their robes to wrap around her. As he hid, he wept there watching His frustration brought him sorrow Life without her had no meaning Broken hearted he left to wander. As he journeyed from his homeland Walked into ascending coolies traveling Towards the steep and forested mountains Hid from his sight we carefully followed. Upon a mountain top he prayed there For peace of heart and calm of spirit Wondering why his bravery failed him When of his love he tried to tell her. He strung his bow and placed his arrow Bent the bow and stretched the sinew Sent the arrow flying skyward With no target but the heavens. Toward the clouds soared his arrow Reached itís time to change direction Turned and slowly headed westward At a speed that he could follow. He saw the arrow as a sign then A sign of magic, unseen powers Four long days he followed westward For three nights it waited while he rested. In the evening of the forth day Tired and weary he lay himself down Amidst the smell of yellow aspen To the song of the forestís singing. As we stood among the quaking aspen Watching the young man laying, sleeping The time came in which we should greet him We then walked and stood above him. We, the Elk Men with branching antlers We with paint of black and yellow We who know the heart ache in him As he woke we said "Weíll help you" As we spoke to him in beauty All the leaves quaked songs of gladness All that was, so softly listened As we told him "We shall show you" With our presence there he fully wakened Sat in awe of paint and antlers Saw our hoops with quills and otter Saw the mirror hanging from it. In our hands we held out to him The thing of magic we had for him With his hands he reached out for it Took the flute with wondrous powers. "This is cedar wood" we told him "Fashioned by our friend woodpecker Five holes in it he has made there And put his likeness on one end for you. All the animals helped to make it We have put our voices in it When you blow it love will insue Play it for your needed woman. Unlike your words itís voice will reach her It will not lay upon the ground dying, gasping She will hear you and will love you Together have children and together live long." We could see the young man feared us We could read his thoughts so clearly With our mirrors and the moonlight We caused the beam to close his eyes. In the moment he was blinded Our human form from us we banished As he blinked and saw us leaving We were two bull elk , grand and mighty. The night brought dreams of young Calf Woman Of her beauty and his needing With the morning sun came new strength On the rays of sun came new hope. As he journeyed homeward, walking Songs from the flute he sent so sweetly That the cranes all gathered ëround him Singing songs and dancing gaily. He listened to the animals of the forest Learned their sacred songs of beauty And the animals of the prairies taught him Their love songs from long ago. When he reached his peoples camp There on a hill above the lodges Beneath the moon and stars he played songs For the young woman he loved so dearly. On the breeze notes softly floated To the ears of all the women All beheld the magic music All knew it was for young Calf Woman. As she heard the floating melodies In her heart she knew who played them Remembered the young man in the willows Remembered the young man who had watched her. He knew he was finally able To send his heart thoughts into her heart And under the moon and stars he stood there Playing the words I love and need you. We the strongest of the Elk Tribe We who gave him songs of magic Walked away with hooves a clicking In our hearts we felt contented. | |
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