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Tribute to the Wolf Spirit

I am of the nation
I travel far to find my family
Boundaries have we none
I knew you as you knew me
My Mother taught me so

I knew you, ” a ni wa ya”
You spoke in our tongue
But the words are of another
I am of the, “a ni sa ho ni” people
Yet I listen to you young one.

Your clan has been spread
Many left by the wayside
Yet you are still many
The largest arm of our Nation
You are our protectors

The First New Moon of Spring.
Has past and the seven did well.
I will keep food for you untill
Green Corn dances the days away,
Of the Stomp, Feather and Buffalo

Not eating, playing games.
Then to be cleansed by the water
To hold our Sacred Prayers
Of seven and four we hold dear
Our seven that scattered to the four

While three levels we retain.
The Owl looks on as the Cougar screams
Our balance is retained therein.
Secretive yet open in their ways
We will dance in a great circle again
Then let the Long man take our dreams.

The little people will come if called
They are our Brothers though so small
Hair that sweeps the very chaff
Remember they live in all things.
Guides to lost children they are

As children they play with us.
Bringing happiness to a sad child,
Creating purpose to the befuddled.
Treat them with respect.
Bother them not with silly ways,
Or silly ways will stick in your mind
Should you see them be blessed!
Let not a lose tongue talk of them

As the westerner and his broken mirror
Take seven years to talk of them
Never speak to them after sunset.
Beware of false cures in this life
The Raven Mocker, may be in disguise
Seek only the pure to be cured of ills

Seek not a cure from one that ails
They are a false being in our eyes
Mix today with yesterday to be safe
Only smoke with the fit one
Then drink the waters they give to you

May your ways with the Wolf be many.
I shall read of you in the dens of the Great Bear.
Go well my Brother we loved you and will meet again..
Yours a Sparrow, that walks with you


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I have over the past few years written and adapted some of the North American Indian Myths, I just thought that as this one was for The Great Wolf spirit of the Cheyanne, it would be apt for me to re-stream it for our writer Steve (Esker).
I have sent a few things to Steve, such as used Postage stamps, and had already put together some old Audio tapes of the Goons and The Dead Ringers also a tape of 67 Ragtime Piano hits, along with A box of used stamps.
They use the stamps for the North American Indian Children, the funnies and music was an extra.
I will have to send a letter first now to see who is there.
Also at the moment I am copying Eskers works onto a flash drive to send hoping that one of his family will use it for all of them to remember him.
Not sure if your comment was an approval but I will take it as a yes.
Take care young Jess, and know that you are there in my thoughts often,
Yours Ian..

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Yours as always, Ian.T, Sparrow, and Yenti

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of copy and pasting Eskers work one by one. It can be done at the click of a button downloaded as a Word file. Andrew has promised to send me Esker's complete works soon.
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