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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=539371" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Returned To Say</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=539371" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When I face north a lost Cree<br>on some new shore puts a moccasin down,<br>rock in the light and noon for seeing,<br>he in a hurry and I beside him</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=539371" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It will be a long trip; he will be a new chief;<br>we have drunk new water from an unnamed stream;<br>under little dark trees he is to find a path<br>we both must travel because we have met.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=539371" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Henceforth we gesture even by waiting;<br>there is a grain of sand on his knifeblade<br>so small he blows it and while his breathing<br>darkens the steel his become set</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=539371" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And start a new vision: the rest of his life.<br>We will mean what he does. Back of this page<br>the path turns north. We are looking for a sign.<br>Our moccasins do not mark the ground.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=539371" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Submitted by Bakari Thomas</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=William+Stafford">William Stafford</a></strong></div>