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Ancient times …so long ago
That when the wind
Whispered to the water
in winter
It was in its infancy
…had not yet mastered
The magic of turning dew drop ...into flake snow
Fore father and before mother were just children
And played as children often do
Imagining what they’d do when they grew more
As a boy before father was content to run like the wind
Not caring for such things
As walks thru the woods …and tilling the land
Looked down on before mothers love
…for quiet walks …and talks of the future
Standing real close
While looking in each other’s eyes
…and holding hands
Looking at the stars meant more to him
Something to master
Says he “someday
I will steal one from the sky
Make fire and make all before it
See fear …and run for their lives
And put it above the clouds
…to make the rain fly
Had he known then
…what we know now
He’d have had a forewarning
…the coming disaster
Sky father being wise …above all things
Knew the one sole answer
To make his son see beyond what is
Made him a bow of lemonwood …arrows of cedar
With strings fashioned from feathers from the eagle
And the arrowhead obsidian
Tied an arrow to the tail and let it fly
Pulled down a star …hung it in the sky
…then let it go
Before mother had a gift of love
For all living things
Took the fire from the sky
…warmed a pot
Of fresh beans
giving...
filled bellies, shine
a heavenly glow
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