Brothers hear the winds!
It is the music that welcomed our kin
Oh so long ago
As it whistled against shear-faced cliffs

Hear the sound of the flute
It is the mind that draws us all -- together as one

Hear the eagle-bone whistle as it lifts us up
To the dance of the soul
To soar as eagles, in that moment
When it calls to us

Let the earth caress your moccasined feet
Feel the stones embedded in the earth
Be as one and breathe in her sweet breath
For she is our mother and the Great Mystery, our Father, who made our mother

Breathe in the prairie grass
And see brother buffalo as he returns home
Dance as the prairie chicken
And celebrate the wondrous

Hear our mother’s heart beat
Incline your ear to her chest
And nestle your head to her breast
Be at peace and find your rest

Ancestors do you cry for us?
Have we lost our way?
Are we as the weary and the lost?
Can we find our path?
Is our dream lost?

Sweat brothers and heal your ways
Feel brother sun warm your skin to brown

Dance brothers, lift your eagle wings
And fly to the heights

Smoke brothers, let sage surround and enfold you
And cleanse your being with its smoke

Find your vision and let it be true!

For in finding your place, you will find ours
For we are truly as one
As we walk the land of our fathers before
The land of our ancestral dream.

Copyright A.G. Poetry