RebelBreed War Chief Supporting our Troops's blog: "Native American Stories!!"

I feel your presence, oh ancient warrior.
As I cross this land of ours,
and feel the winds on my face.

I sense that you are with me and
that,
we are brothers of the wind.

Seeing our land as I do now,
I can imagine how it appeared to
you.

Leaving me breathless in wonder,
it must have at times done so for you
as well.

Feelings such as this shared,
make us brothers of the wind.

Riding upon your steed of flesh and
blood,
and I upon mine of iron & chrome.

We both experience this domain,
given to us by our Creator.

And together feel a special
appreciation,
understandable only by brothers of the
wind.

You are lucky one of older times,
to have traveled it in the
beginning.

But I am lucky also,
to be traveling near the end.

For we have both loved this land of
ours,
as brothers of the wind.

Alike we are oh ancient warrior,
not only in incidental ways.

For we both knew that we were
caretakers,
not owners of this wonderful home.

And neither will have lived to see it
gone,
but by grace allowed to share it for
awhile,
uniquely as brothers of the wind.

Written By..William Graham Carrington