~*Marge Tindal*~
Slowly the flames lick at the
night
dancing to the music from the
stories
come to lay within the embers
told at the campfire of the Old
Warrior
Gather 'round and listen
for in his meditations are all the
wisdom treasures
from legendary ghosts of the
moon-over past
fanned in flaming measure
Incantation chant of spiritual
sounds
dancing the ring of fire
Embers glow low into the night
as vessels are filled with inspire
Old Warrior sits the
Vision Quest
guiding nocturnal Spirits home
Sharing the sacred messages
of Spirits on the roam
Nestling in among the timbers
sent to light the dwellings
gathered 'round the campfire
seeking ... seeking ... the
tellings
Old Warrior in trance as
visions dance
among the land of the living
from the portals of the past
giving ~ giving ~ giving
When early morn breaks sun
campfire tellings are done
Old Warrior smiles
with youthful promise of return
As the evening holds counsel
again
so does Old Warrior
*Dedicated to the greatest soul-mate
this little heart could ask for
Don Anger - My ~Old Warrior~
I love you
~*Maiden*~
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~*Marge Tindal*~
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