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Ancient times so long ago That when the wind
Whispered to the water in winter it snowed
It was in its infancy had not yet mastered
The magic of turning dew drop into flake snow
Forefather and beforemother were just children
And played as children often do
Imagining what they'd do when they grew older
As a boy beforefather was content to run like the wind
Not caring for such things
As walks thru the woods and tilling the land
Looked down on beforemothers love
for quiet walks and talks of the future
Standing real close
While looking in each other's eyes
and holding hands
Looking to the stars meant more to him
Something to master Says he someday
I will steal one from the sky, Make fire
and make all before it See fear and run for their lives
And put it above the clouds
to make the rain fly
Had he known then what we know now
He'd have had a forewarning of the coming disaster
Sky father being wise above all things
Knew the one sole answer
To make his son see beyond what is...
Made him a bow of lemonwood arrows of cedar
With strings fashioned from feathers from the eagle
And the arrowhead obsidian
Tied an arrow to the tail and let it fly
Pulled down a star hung it in the sky
then let it go
Before mother had a gift of love
For all living things, pulled the fire from the sky
warmed a pot Of fresh beans
giving filled bellies, a heavenly glow
and that natual shine
hhhmmmm!
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