SCATTERED CIRCLES" ~ by JEAN WOLFGONE ARE THE GREAT HERDS
OF OUR BROTHER THE BUFFALO.
GONE ARE THE GREAT CAMP CIRCLES
THE LODGES OF A PROUD PEOPLE.
THEY ARE SCATTERED....
LIKE GRAINS OF SAND UPON THE DESERT FLOOR.
SCATTERED LIKE DRY LEAVES
BLOWN UPON THE FOUR WINDS.
NO LONGER DO OUR YOUNG
SEEK AND HONOR THE OLD WAYS.
THEY GROW FAR FROM THEIR ROOTS
IN A WORLD NO LONGER THEIRS.
WHEN ONE STOPS AND TAKES COUNT
OUR ELDERS LIKE ANCIENT TREES,
FALL ONE BY ONE.
MANY WINTERCOUNTS PASSED...THEY LEAVE US.
THESE GRANDFATHERS AND GRANDMOTHERS,
THE LAST WHO REMAIN THAT WALKED THE RED ROAD
IN THE WAYS THE CREATOR INTENDED
HIS RED CHILDREN TO WALK.
SOON THEY SHALL SLEEP UNDER THE GRASS
BUT THEIR SPIRITS WILL WANDER.
THEY WILL COME SEEKING THE FEW
WHO STILL CARRY WITHIN THEIR BREAST A "RED HEART."
THEY WILL COME TO YOU
IN WAYS YOU MAY DEEM STRANGE.
BUT THIS IS HOW THEY WILL REACH YOU.
WHISPERING TO THOSE THAT HAVE THE EARS TO HEAR.
LISTEN CAREFULLY MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS
THE ANCESTORS CALL YOUR NAME.
YOUR PEOPLE NEED YOU.....AWAKEN!
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