Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

the smoke was hugging the earth
crackle of the fire= sweet smell of sage
drumming
soul cries into the night

the fans are hung on nails in the arbor
the fire drill to prepare prepare prepare
is never ending
we stand ready
her feet had sun medallions in them

she walked in a different way
those feathers spoke of lives
prayers strengths
the pieces of the souls come to play
in the spirits dance
we pray real hard
cry and smile
wishing for moisture
wakan
they say
when ya walk this way
nothing can come between you and Creator
they were not lying

Fine poem & theme

it has the rhythm of the 'drum'

enjoyed it !

thanx