The water, the sky and the earth..

I believe people fall together for good reasons.

The Water, Sky and the Earth chapter two

A Chapter by Coyote Poetry

Part two of my story about four people trying to find their way in a confusing world. Old Earth need some tender loving care before we kill all that is beautiful. 

  The Water, Sky and the Earth


         (People fall together. Some of us calls it luck. Maybe destiny?)



  “Where are the Pequot?
Where are the Narragansett?
The Mohican?
The Pokanoke and many other powerful
tribes of our people.


They have vanished before the avarice and the oppression
of the white man, as snow before a summer sun.
Well we let ourselves be destroyed in our turn
without a struggle, give up our homes, our country
bequeathed to us by the Great spirit, the graves of 
our dead and everything that is dear and sacred to us?


I know you will cry with me,
“Never! Never!”.
                     Tecumseh of the Shawnees.”




 Winter is holding hard to the Northwest  coast. Coyote decided to go into Tacoma, Washington State for a Pow Wow. It is early 1976. A wild and crazy year. He joined the Army in 1975and he wanted to go to Vietnam. Damn war ended before he finished Basic training. He sat alone and a older large Native American with a military hair cut sat with him. He turned to Coyote. Reached out his hand and he told him. My name is Robert Lyon, my friends call me Red fox. Coyote offered his hand out and he told him.
My name is John Coyote, my friends call me Coyote. Red Fox held his hand tightly for a moment. He told him, you have a terrible haircut. Are you Army? Coyote smiled at the big man and he told him. Yes I’m in the Army and I’m pissed off. I wanted to go to Vietnam. Damn War ended. Red Fox lost his smile and he told him. War is s**t. I was in Vietnam for three tours and you are full of s**t. I danced in the f*****g blood and swam in death. I learn War is bullshit. He got up and left Coyote sitting alone.


Coyote sat alone awhile and he felt the knowledge in the words. He goes to Red Fox and he told him. I was sorry for talking stupid. I know I was lucky the War ended. Red Fox handed him a beer and he told him. Allow me to tell you a story. About a Cheyenne boy who wanted to be a warrior. Volunteers for a combat job in Vietnam and I learn fool’s and jackasses get their wishes. I have been a Marine for 9 years now. Now I must learn to live with the deeds not spoken about. Coyote listened and told him I’m  at Fort Lewis waiting for the boat to Korea. In three weeks I would be leaving. A foolish Ojibwa/Mexican boy with no sense. Volunteers to escape the s**t of being poor and bore.

The drums started to beat and the circle dance of friendship has started. A beautiful young Native American girl was dancing and spreading the smoke of white sage. To  welcome all. A old chief. Chief Joseph was walking in the circle. He told everyone. My name is Chief Joseph. I’m a lost Apache bringing friendship to all who desire to join in the circle of friendship. He  spread the white sage smoke around to sanitize the circle. Coyote walked in the circle of friendship with Red Fox. Suddenly a hand grasped both their hands. A beautiful fire red hair girl, held their hand tightly. She looked up and smile at Coyote and Red Fox. She didn’t speak and the drums were playing. Somehow they become one in the walk of the circle of friendship dance..


They both sat in silence, drinking the beer slowly. The drums were playing. Create a peace and The young girl came to them. She reached her hand out to them. She tells them. My name is Sara little Wolf. My friends call me Little Wolf. She was barely 18 year old with powerful dark eyes. Both men sat in silence for a second and she told them. I am Cherokee. Born in N. Carolina mountains.


Red Fox gave her a beer. He told her My name is Red Fox, Cheyenne. A confused and lost Cheyenne.
My friend name is Coyote. A Ojibwa/Mexican. My new found friend. They touched beers and they wished for better days. Coyote drove his new two friend down the coastline toward California. Little Wolf sat in the middle and It was a beautiful night. Red Fox whispered. Let’s go to the Monterey Bay.
I have a lot of time to spare. Little Wolf smiled and she told them. No-one is missing me right now.
Coyote watch the road and the ocean at the distance. First time in a long time. He desired people around him. Both Little Wolf and Red Fox were sleeping and he saw the road sign for Monterey.


Red Fox was moving and fighting battles in his dreams. Little Wolf awoke and she caressed his head like a child. He put his head into her shoulder. She hum a song and caressed him into a peaceful sleep.
It was beautiful. She held Coyote hand. Keeping him awake and She asked what are your great plans?
He smiled. Big Winter storm and we will ride the biggest waves of the year. She smiled and she told him. I will watch you challenge the ocean. Nothing like two fool’s fighting a mountain of sea.

Coyote and Red Fox put on the wet suits. Little Wolf sat by the fire drinking the tequila out of the bottle. They ran into the ocean. The storms of Winter, create the most powerful and dangerous waves.
Waves up to 50-100 feet toss and twist you back and fore. Only safety is the suicide board and luck.
After a hour. The cold of the sea can’t be accepted by the human body. They returned to the fire.
Little Wolf looked so beautiful in the light of the fire. Now three new friend sat together in a needed silence. Waiting for the morning light and the peace of the sea, allow the soul and heart to rest.

In the morning they decided to go to Big Surf. Do some rock climbing and try to get into open sea at Pfiefer Beach. They wanted to gather-up the thousand crystals on a nearby unreachable beach. They arrive at the River Inn around 9 am. Little  Wolf ran into a friend and she brought him to them and introduce Chief Joseph. Chief Joseph was tall and strong. He asked. You guys are hungry? Can make fresh fry bread and sausage. They accepted the kind offer and everyone ate to heart content. Chief Joseph asked could he tell a story? They drank coffee and listen. I was a boy born in the New Mexico desert. Apache were hated by the White people and the Mexicans. We were outcast and our families kept us strong. My Grandfather was a medicine man for our small community. He taught me how to heal with the plants of the desert and he taught me many things that became important in my life.
I was a confuse boy who dreams of killing the Whites and Mexicans. I wanted revenge for treating my people so badly. My Grandfather taught me we are one. He shows me us Native Americans screw up.

Red Fox looks confused. You are telling me we screw up. We didn’t steal the land and we didn’t pollute the land. Fight non-stop wars? Chief Joseph smiled and he told them. Yes we had a purpose. The Native Americans were to protect Earth. The Black people has the strength and wisdom. They didn’t do too good either. The yellow people kept their knowledge to themselves. Cheating the world of wisdom and control. The white people did too good. Spreading the fire to every corner of the world. Now the world is walking on a thin line of hope. Apache, Cheyenne, Ojibwa and the Cherokee need to gather together. Show the way to being kind to our Mother Earth.
 

Little Wolf asked. Is this possible? The greed and hate of the land of the greedy and powerful men and woman. Can’t it be broken? Their greed to destroy all that is beautiful is too strong. Coyote asked.
I don’t believe we can see what you can see Chief Joseph? Your eyes are old and wisdom come with time. Chief Joseph smiled at the three young Native Americans. He told them. I can assist your journey
and I will allow you to be my last students. Coyote took Red Fox hands and Little Wolf wrapped her arms around him. She whispered. Please let’s do this together. Red Fox smiled. He whispered, can’t be no worst then the s**t I seen already.



                   Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Maxwell Ryder]

How close were the Ojibwa and the Shawnee? We have a small city outside of Oklahoma City called Shawnee. Of course Indian removal put tribes there.

[Coyote Poetry]

Ojibwa are the Michigan and the Canada tribes tribes. The Shawnee tribe was Ohio. The Shawnee were treated badly by the white people. The Ojibwa had the French. They allowed them stay close to their home and they still do.