042910a Journey In My Mind
stealthily crawling with bow
so close to ground like glue
arm, ready to strike at the foe
from a lonesome rock, full view
from a tepee smoke rising
sweet smell permeating
cross fingers you're waiting
for the morning; i'm coming
in your mind i'm always there
hunting buffalo as well as deer
the lovely trees along the river
wonderful time; growing up together
in the wilderness; there's no checks
wealth is measured by hunted meats
i always come back, never forget
your charms and smiles make me sweat
poem by Manonton Dalan
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