Dakota Dream

Rivers Renewed

In the middle of the battle I often consider the Dakota.

A desire, in the mountains, horses

strategy snorting, pawing the ground

feathers dangle, but their war paint is missing out on.

At the campfire I ask, “& ldquo; How did you make it through, when so

many have perished? & rdquo; A pipe is silently passed

from one to another, as I

breathe in, the responses dawn without words, smoke takes our prayers to heaven, as well as tranquility again stills the heart living within us. Poetry

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