| Spirit When I was but a child, In years just five plus two, An old man there appeared, He said, "Hello, how are you? There are things I came to show you." And then he waved his hand. He showed me things yet coming, Thus a seer's life began. But I was just a child, And I didn't have a clue, Of what a seer is, And what I was supposed to do. This spirit comes on silent feet, In daytime or at night. The first few always were of death, And gave me such a fright. When I was older I tried to run, From the things I was to see, But I soon learned that didn't work, Because I was still there with me. So now I try to learn, What everything could mean, When the spirit waves his hand, And his pictures I have seen. Sometimes I do not understand, What the spirit shows to me. At other times it's clear, As clear as it can be. So all the while I'm learning, Since I was five plus two. I'll learn what the spirit teaches, Until I'm a spirit too. |
| Painting by Mistyglo Poem by Poca 7/30/02 |
| music: Native Spirit |
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