~ Warrior Of The Wind ~
Across the sky as the night winds blow
I hear your voice, great Warrior of long ago
Oh, Mighty Warrior, my brother of the wind
who stood proud with spirit unwilling to bend
Who rode painted ponies over prairies and hills
while I must ride gas-guzzling automobiles
You rode the plains to galloping hoof beats
while I'm confined to over crowded city streets
Yet we are the same you and I...
Our love of Mother Earth and Father sky
From the time of our Mother's birth
Indians have been keepers of the earth
Our Sacred ground now covered in parking lots
and our images used for team sport mascots...
Great Warrior, your voice ever calls to me
Giving my spirit strength and dignity...
Oh Great Warrior who rides the wind
how wonderful it must have been
to have seen the splendor of your time
You, whose warrior spirit touches mine
One day I too will ride the wind
Where the spirit has no end...
Barbara LaBarbera ©2005