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| RED EAGLE |
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| Red Eagle
Red Eagle, Cold, dead, noble, Red Eagle. Tomorrow they will bury you in Black Hill. They think you have left me forever. When I grow lonely for you I will walk into the night and listen to your brother, the wind. He will tell me if you want me. I will follow the path through the forest upon which your moccasins have trod so many times. I will hear the night sounds you have told me about. I will walk into the valley of Minnelosa, the sweet grass. In the white moonlight I will pray. I will pray to he spirits and they will speak to me as they have spoken to you before. Then I will touch your tree and you will softly whisper to me. From the wind, from the night, from the tree, from the sweet grass, You will whisper to me, Red Eagle, Red Eagle, Upon the mountain. Author ~Janet Campbell~ |
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