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The call rises from the West Door A steady pounding rhythm across the water Three medicine men stand atop the Adena burial mound hands beating against drums, rattles shake, creating spirit a musical birth wolf, fox, bear, ox Nemahi Tribesmen, facing the East Gate Climbing upwards ancient earth, native toes sinking into soft wet ground exchanging no words, only melody feathers dancing on the rhythmic wind The broken healer offers wooden peace pipe, painted polar bear Stepping into the medicine wheel, honoring the four fathers Inhaling sacred herbs to cleanse lungs & spirit Nothing lost, Nothing gained Four buzzards glide along the slip stream Two Crows calls me Brother Four tribesmen stand atop the burial mound Stray dogs united
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Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 12:12 PM UTC
Four Tribesmen Face the West Gate
The call rises from the West Door A steady pounding rhythm across the water Three medicine men stand atop the Adena burial mound hands beating against drums, rattles shake, creating spirit a musical birth wolf, fox, bear, ox Nemahi Tribesmen, facing the East Gate Climbing upwards ancient earth, native toes sinking into soft wet ground exchanging no words, only melody feathers dancing on the rhythmic wind The broken healer offers wooden peace pipe, painted polar bear Stepping into the medicine wheel, honoring the four fathers Inhaling sacred herbs to cleanse lungs & spirit Nothing lost, Nothing gained Four buzzards glide along the slip stream Two Crows calls me Brother Four tribesmen stand atop the burial mound Stray dogs united
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Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 12:12 PM UTC
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