The songs of seasons

A Native American tale.

                                The song of fall

Warm days, cold nights.
Create an restless passion.
I can hear the whisper of the wind
on a solitary hill.

Old Mother Nature is calling for aid.
The water is sick with pollution.
No great forest for the animals to live and roam.
Poison is in the air.
Killing man and the trees.

The song of fall.
Sweet death begins.
Leaves turn the trees to artwork.
The splendor of the of the change in season.
Leave the wise in envy of the great gifts of nature.

I find a solitary spot and burn some sage.
I pray for Nature and man. I say out loud family and friends names.
I drink a beer for my Soldier friends lost in war.
I pray to dance  with my elders one day.
It is a beautiful evening.
Calm and quiet.

     Song of Winter

The earth seem bare and a wasteland.
The green earth turn to white.
Snow and cold is necessary for many plants to grow strong.
In the Winter was the time for the Elders to gather with the children.

They would tell great stories of great deeds and accomplishments of men
and woman whom lived in ancient time.
Us children could feel the free wind.
We could see big herds of buffalo roaming the land.
We vision a great Nation of people.

My Grandmother would tell me.
"We must beckon the ghost of the great spirits on a full moon night.
Allow the moonlight and Great Spirit to heal the poor men and woman
lost in the destitute of drugs and alcohol."

She would burn the sage around us.
Her  hair long and unbounded.
She would speak with lovely and enchanting Ojibwa words.

"I pray for a good Spring.
I pray for my children to be able to run free.
I pray no walls or blockage of their path."

     Song of Spring

Sweet and wonderful re-birth of the Earth.
The white snow dispersed and the new buds of life appear.

The Earth seem to speak.
New hope and possibilities are here.

The  Elders would gather planning a new harvest.
The young people begin to dream of warm days and long nights.
Tire spirits are coming alive.

The Spring Pow wow is filled with strong hope and new dreams.
The Ojibwa Chief take the sage around the circle.
Blessings to  all who came to celebrate friendship.
A few white and black men and woman come to the celebration
of a new season.
They understand all people are one.

The Ojibwa Chief tells everyone.
"We are one people.
We are brothers and sisters on different roads.
But one day we will end up on the same road.
Let's dance together as brothers and sisters. "

The drums begin to play.
Black, white and red walk together.

I walk with the Chief.
He tells me.
"We must be one. Will take the four circles of life to repair this world."
With tears in his eyes. He whispers.

"It is too late for many of our brothers. So many animals and plants
are gone.
I pray for this generation to find the right way before there is nothing left."

              Song of Summer
Long days and beautiful nights allow the heart to be bold and strong.
The men are drinking.
The woman are having great conversation.

The Elders sit with the children.
He tells them of the bear, the wolf and the eagle.
"When the bear, wolf and eagle are gone.
It will be the sign man is on his last road.
We must hold on to our land.
For the sake of the bear, the wolf and the Eagle.
The animals are our brothers and sisters.
When the sea is dead and the animal are gone.
Man will be next to follow."

He lights the sage. He walks around the children.
He does a silence prayer.
His tired eyes worry for the children.
What is left for the children?
The white man had reached their goal.
Destroy all that is beautiful.

                   Coyote
                 Oct2010




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Author's Note

Any error. Please tell me. Never too old to learn. A story gather by 52 years of living.

Reviews

[Warrior]

Great story telling. This did justice in the realm of getting the message across. Great message. There's lot of times where a story can have a great message to aim for, and have a lot of under lining things but then no one gets it, and if no one gets it, then the point has failed. But in my opinion this did well to get the message across. You made it clear, which is why I think it's good. Keep up the good work.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[12.09am]

If you have the chance to look at my short story " Games " , id really love some feedback from you !

[joshua deathdealer]

This is an outstanding story. I think its really sad that what humanity is doing to this world we were given to take care of..Instead we destroy it. I love the sage burning in this story because I could almost smell it as I read this piece..This stanza brought tears to eyes because it make me think of all the friends I've lost to drugs..
"My Grandmother would tell me.
"We must beckon the ghost of the great spirits on a full moon night.
Allow the moonlight and Great Spirit to heal the poor men and woman
lost in the destitute of drugs and alcohol.""
Thanks for sharing this amazing write..xx

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

The guided plot really handles the reader with delicate help, wonderful imagery and no stone unturned, well done, great read.

[Garfield Rupe]

I love this story. It most obviously was written by someone who loves the earth and all it's season. Because there is beauty in each season. All that is required to see that beauty is to simply look,and it will be there.
There is also a lot of truth some people protect things of nature while others destroy them wantonly
I hope to see many more of your stories.

[Laughing-Bear]

My Dear Writing Friend,
A powerful write packed with truth. And you are so correct that Black, White, and Red will have to walk together as one if we are to survive. Thank you for speaking the truth.

Blessings, Laughing-Bear

[Crowley]

A message worth telling a million times over and in a way that is full of spirit and concern for mother. I loved the use of the tradition, lessons have to be handed down or lost forever. Great work, loved it.

[Dreamer]

The most beautiful... i dont think i have been drawn to another poem like i was to this one. That could be because of the nature imagery(I love nature). It is so sad and heart filling. I could picture myself sitting there with the chief... I do love this but i can not find the words to describe just how much i do...

[FemmeSpookyCorpse]

Great poem! Very inspirational, and it makes one wish harder and dream bigger for every situation that is negative in the world, to improve. Fantastic imagery, it was very gripping!

[nishantshah2381]

wonderful write

[Emunah June.]

If only the songs of the seasons was on CD...I'd buy it! Great work, Mr. Coyote!