Indian Gypsy
Cold hard winter has covered mother earth
she travels alone without the others
for the search forefathers begin
for she listens to the eagle who soars high
speak the words ....
onwards you are near dear sister
tracks thru the woods are swift
like the great wolf on the hunt
voices are calling her name
Feathers of the chief tied to flowing black hair
she presses forward then stops and looks
and sees the pride mountain
for it is time to climb past a clan of the black bear
who are in deep slumber she has the mark
she made it to the site where the night owls nest
after some water she bring out the war paint and pipe
forms the rocks in a circle and made a fire
She begins to paint her face and mark herself
revealing a gold earring given to her by her other tribe
the gypsies......
then the pipe is lit ah good smoke
speaking in her native tongue she calls out to them and dances
around and around the flames she chants more and more
suddenly the flames get higher and she feels the spirit
of the ancestors join her in the night realm of time
The end by Stanley E.Jones
