The Dance
As I was walking one day
on some trail long forgotten
I looked out in the distance
and watched a ghost
of an Indian appear
as others followed behind him
then I heard the drums play
through the wind softly
and they started to dance
The closer I drew near
thier song and images
only became more clear
the first, who was the most wise
he stopped but only for a moment
and with wisdom in his eye's
turned and looked at me
and this is what he said
We dance this dance forever
for those days still ahead
for days of peace and balance
that one day all live in harmony
as one creation together
the way we once lived back then
poem by Spiritwind Wood
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