With head bowed and eyelids sealed in prayer,
an Arapahoe youth crouched atop Old Man Mountain
waiting alone in silence for a dream to come -
a dream to reveal the course of his future days.
A rush of wind bent and shook the silvery aspens
and the breath of his ancestors came and whispered,
“You are to be a shepherd of the mountains.
You will gather and tend the sheep of the slopes
that your people may gain warmth and shelter
against winter’s harshest chill and searing winds.”
Guided by the moon and morning constellations,
the youth, now elevated to manhood
descended the mountain with joy-filled heart
to reveal his vision to his people.
© 2017 by Robert Charles Howard
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 6:22 PM UTC
With head bowed and eyelids sealed in prayer,
an Arapahoe youth crouched atop Old Man Mountain
waiting alone in silence for a dream to come -
a dream to reveal the course of his future days.
A rush of wind bent and shook the silvery aspens
and the breath of his ancestors came and whispered,
“You are to be a shepherd of the mountains.
You will gather and tend the sheep of the slopes
that your people may gain warmth and shelter
against winter’s harshest chill and searing winds.”
Guided by the moon and morning constellations,
the youth, now elevated to manhood
descended the mountain with joy-filled heart
to reveal his vision to his people.
© 2017 by Robert Charles Howard
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