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they say that in the faded day

of buffalo and crow

all heads followed the herd

well I went to ask an ancient

for a counter-point perspective

here chronicle his words


he said there are exceptions every breed

Nature cannot account for every need

and when young eyes first spy

a distant sunrise mystic glow

the keepers of the Wisdom whisper low

beasts born with horns not feathers

sometimes still a pair wings grow


‘fore we are made of fire much as bone

and every flame

must blaze a path

entirely it’s own

La Madame cares not into what

collective tribe you’re sworn

even the bonds of blood

can by a blade of grass be torn


futile the fight

against a soul’s attack

search for a truth

that leaves no track

a winding trail

that won’t lead back


once came upon a bison bull

alone on mountain pass

gaze on horizon peaks of snow

belly full of mountain grass

I asked him if the view

was worth the climb

and if he ever worried

he was wasting precious time

and how he knew

to where next he would go

this gypsy child

of buffalo and crow


but he just stood there

drinking in the scene

skies O’Keefe blue

to plains of Van Gogh green

unbothered if I came

as friend or foe

his spirit mid-untethered flight

like arrow flung from bow!


they say

that in the faded day

of buffalo and crow

all heads followed the flow

well I’m here to tell ya

for every nine that fell in line

there was one who spread his wings

and turned to go

as always there will be one

don’t ya know!


‘fore we are made of fire

much as bone

and every flame must blaze a path

entirely it’s own

La Madame cares not into what

collective tribe you’re sworn

even the bonds of blood

can by a blade of grass be torn!