Buffalo on the Ridge

nice poem from my good friend 🙂

Rivers Renewed

Bison 005

When I see the buffalo on the ridge 

I don’t look to the past anymore.

No visions of feathers and wild horses,

no lances and shields charging.

I grow sick at the shops selling the name,

Native American.

Wounds run deep in this village,

I look forward now to the healing,

to a place and time

where oneness rules,

where we are all healed

and all people have value,

a time and place when the earth

can live again, and we can all breathe

easily.

Peace.

Bison 007

          

Poetry and Images © Copyright 2015, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

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OUR 19 MONTHS TOGETHER

seablueone

One of these days I will look back and

see so much we shared and be thankful.

Knowing a person like you is an experience

to come only once in a lifetime.

Each month we recall our life in it’s

past and present.

Loving one another with all our hearts.

Feeling that no other may quite

understand us like we understand.

My sunrise is you.

My sunset is you.

Looking so forward to waking up

knowing you are there or soon will be.

Shutting down my body at night. also

knowing you are with me totally.

Treasuring our time together, and

only wanting it to be more.

More would surely spoil us!

Wanting, needing loving,

and appreciating all of you.

Just taking a moment to say…

Thank you for all you are and will be.

HAPPY NINETEEN MONTHS MY LOVE

Love,

            Johnny

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