Sunday, April 04, 2010

PAD 04/04/10

Poem a Day challenge, day 4.  Prompt:  history poem


THERE IS A STORY

then finally you will get to Devils Tower
it should be warm by then
a hint of breeze blowing
through the prayer bundles
tied on limbs of trees
the Evil Wizard will not follow you there
remember the story of the man who was
magically transported to the top
I pray this happens
it would give you strength
and if it does make note of
the buffalo head
that Wooden Leg talked about
you will have to pray all day
so that when you go to sleep
the spirits will carry you down
I cannot come to you
confounded as I am by fear
of things I have done
comforted only by this moon
the only clean thing left

1 comment:

marigolds2 said...

Well, really, this is amazing. Are these posts part of a story? I want to hear it all.

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