The SearchA Chapter by Cherrie PalmerThe journey begins and his only companion is GriefThe moon rose, and the sun followed for two full days. Grief, my companion pressed me to keep walking. A slight breeze walked ahead of me preparing the woods for my passing. Dog and Cloud, my pale tan painted pony, trailed behind me. Finally, the pain in my feet grew greater than the loss of my people, and I came to a stop. My thoughts wandered back to my village as I returned every one to their own dwelling. Each of them was carefully tucked beneath their blanket. Then with my pony loaded down, I started my walk and never looked back. There was no need to look back their images were all around me. Turning to face Cloud he stopped walking. I stroked his neck. "I'm sorry old horse, but I cannot take another step." My stomach protested loudly, but my companion would not let me eat. I climbed on the litter Cloud pulled behind him. I closed my eyes and dog laid down beside me. He was more coyote than dog, with a wild heart and the instincts to match. Mostly, he kept me from feeling all alone. Sleep swept over me. With a sudden jarring motion, Cloud continued our journey to, nowhere. His gentle stride pulled be back to many yesterdays, all of them happy. Images swam the stream of my memory like late summers salmon compelled to return to the place of their birth. I struggled to wake and free myself from the torment of death shadows. The happy days blended and mixed with the carnage I found. All I wanted was to wake. A man's battle-cry flooded my mind. The scream grew louder. I made myself wake, rolled off the travois and landed on my feet. With blade in hand, I searched for the fight. Truth rushed over me the screams were mine. I fell to my knees and for the first time cried. Women's tears are endless, but men have only so many. As my last tear fell I spied my weapon. I grabbed my long-gun and took off looking for dinner. The sun hung low, a soft shadow fell across the woods. I faced the stream with the days fading light and posed beside a great tree. Then I waited. The memory of my father waited with me, and I Whispered to him. "So do you think a deer will come," but he had nothing to say back to me. Deer tracks told me they drink here. Evening's shadow thickened. Motion caught my eye a small rabbit hid under a skirted cedar. He nervously twitched his ear as I lowered my long-gun. My blade cut the air and pinned my dinner to the ground. I shouldered my weapon and made camp. Soon a warm glowing fire bloomed all around me. I watched stars appear and wondered if my wife and son could see me. The thought of them standing there made me rise to my feet. The breeze that walked with me all the day long went to bed, and the forest grew still. The smell of rabbit rubbed in sage enraged my hunger. However, I ate with no satisfaction, then slept without thought.
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4 Reviews Added on January 31, 2019 Last Updated on January 31, 2019 Tags: indian_journey_sorrow AuthorCherrie PalmerSpringfield , MOAboutI am a published poet and love poetry. After a lifetime of country living, I'm making a move back to town. I find my surroundings a great inspiration to me. I also have two books on Amazon Kindle: .. more..Writing
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