As I sat
across the circle from one of our "old
ones" my mind seemed to leap beyond the
tired sculpted lines of his handsome face.
I suddenly
saw a baby on a cradleboard being carried
deep into the forest as he gurgled and looked
all around.
With the joyful sighs and beautiful bright
eyes, the young one saw everything that
moved.
The eyes
suddenly closed and a young boy with fawn
skin and long dark hair pranced in front of
me.
He was
shaping a stone for the stick lying beside
him. Soon he would have a nice war-club to
use for play as he joined his friends in the
fields.
His features
changed before me to those of a young brave
as he drew back arrow after arrow in
preparation of a big hunt that would soon
come, as he prepared himself to be a father,
capable of caring for his own family.
He now has a
beautiful girl at his side; dressed in white
buckskin she is a sight for any young
warrior.
He silently
slips away in the night to protect his
family.
The years pass ever so quickly as he teaches
his children the skills they will need to
carry them along the Good Red Path.
He sings
quietly to a soft tiny bundle wrapped in
rabbit skin.
He knows that his grandchild will soon fall
into his own position and join the ranks of
the Elders, with the same sparkle in his eye
and the same soft sculpted lines of one who
has walked the Wisdom Trail.
My thoughts
return to the room as I continue my walk with
the "old ones" on the Wisdom Trail.
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