Hanta Yo! Hanta Yo!

The hills stood tall before our eyes
Our horses fell- lame and weary
Bitter cold embraced our souls
My fingers grew numb and blue,
Frozen water framed the lashes of my eyes
As I searched the whiteness beyond
For a sign of life out there....ANYWHERE.
I saw only the stillness and the snow.
A mountain of lacy white beckoned,
Calling our people to break the pattern
To press their footprints into the snow.
I turned to my people.
With my eyes I searched the faces among the mass,
Wanting to give hope of refuge..
But demanding instead MORE COURAGE....
With my eyes.........
A look...I gave them......
I am your leader.......
Be brave - - -because you must!!!!
Press forward to the path's end.
Our journey is long and hard before us,
But you are strong
And valiant warriors all.
Your reward...my people.....lies in the tops of those mountains.
You have only to look and say........
I WILL GO!
With a word, you will move onward
Slow.....steady......and sure of your path.
We are ever mountain spirit people.
Cry out to the mountain.
Bravely move onward.....
Cry out to the snow.
With a warrior cry pierce the mountain.
Cry out with one voice.......
Hanta Yo! Hanta Yo!
(Clear the way!)(Clear the way!)

Written by Cheryl Lynn Gardner,
a/k/a Summer Breeze

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