Ancestor Visit
They
visit often
feet
in cloud moccasins
Dancing
on the wind
Their
songs in the trees
Their
love is the air that we breathe
The
rain is the tears
of
our people who have died
The
countless trees-each represent
the
life of a warrior, a woman, or a child
They
run with the wolves
Fly
with the eagles
Hidden
like the Goldenbear
They
are a part of our everyday lives,
That
is why I thank the Creator
for
all things surrounding me
They
are the Old Ones ,The Elders
of
our Ancestors who have been set free