Red dust blows in the wind
Gritty in my eyes and teeth
Scent of juniper fills the air
Sitting upon the rock
Waiting
A crack of thunder fills my ears
Lightening arcing across the sky
Brilliant purples and pinks
Scent of rain mixing with the juniper
I close my eyes
Clutching the sacred bundle to my chest
Spear clutched in my hand
Waiting
I hear Shaman in the kiva below
Singing for the spirits
Father standing back weeping
"Must it be so"
He cries out in the night
Mother comforting him
"It is her destiny
You must let her be
For she is the prophecy"
I look back at them
And my heart stops
Aching to be a child again
I rise and face the east
Muttering silent prayers
Becoming so aware
Clutching the sacred bundle even tighter than before
I walk away from all I have known
To find my people a new home
To fight the twin brothers
For my people
Head bowed down
I walk on to the east
Many many miles I walk
The crossing two moons pass
Over rocks I climb
My feet bloodied and torn
Atop the mountain I look below
Seeing the white buffalo
Beside her is She Who Remembers
Beckoning to me
I go to her
And listen to her words
"You must go on
Your people need you to go on
You must go alone for a time
Fear not ,be brave and true
This will not be the death of you"
So I walk on
Awaiting my destiny
Fulfilling my peoples prophecy...

Beautifully done Poet.

good read...

sounds like "Clan of th Cave Bears"...

Wow, good stuff!

awesome powerful words poet.

Very Powerful Ms Poet,, D

I'm looking forward to reading more of Walks With Winds destiny/journey.