A wild mustang stands over the mesa,
looking towards the sunset.
The Golden eagle soars, over the tall
trees and glances around all it survey's.

 The drum sits patiently waiting in an old blanket,
passed down from Grandfather to grandson.
Bells with colored ribbons, shawls and moccasins.
Thunder shakes the ground as buffalo pass by.
Drumming begins by singing to the creator, as a
loud heart beat is felt all around the world.

Processions with dance, willow branches cradled into a sweat lodge.
Salmon swimming down deep, as they begin to jump over
the falls heading toward home.

Looking for the runners, watching the elders.
Just sitting and beading.
Waiting for a story, as the drum beat gets louder
and that heart beat of traditions is passed along.

Kelly Waldin©2018