As I walk this Native American path of the “Good Red Road”
I awaken to say good morning to Grandfather Sun, in ode;
Gratitudes spoken to the four directions and All Our Relations
Father Sky and Mother Earth, not leaving out any Creations;
I raise the pipe high, letting smoke rise to the Spirit, so great
asking for peace and abundance in messages to generate;
Towards the “Blue Road to Spirit”, my soul flies high to seek
For my sisters and brothers to thrive whether strong or weak;
As Grandmother Moon rises, again I will drum, dance and sing
Until the ways of our ancestors’ prayers are brought upon wings;
Proud to be related to the clawed, finned, crawling and standing
my voice will be heard in the stars of great truth and understanding.
DOHIYI (PEACE in Cherokee) to the Tribe of All Nations !
WindOwl 1/4/2009 tkrosevear