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| Na Ta Sla by � baldy_4 I stand at the Lakes edge And feel the spirits from the West Touch and caress my face. Can they tell by my expression, I come in a good way. I carry not' lance, nor mace. I gather my water, Against the coming of day. As the day becomes brighter in the East. I gather my thoughts, For my morning prayer. Do I ready myself for famine or feast. "Hear my voice" For I am but one man. I stomp out my fire and mount my horse. I lift my voice in prayer, "Great Grandfather what should I do"? Go to the land of thy mother "go North". One man, one path, one spirit. On to what may come I go fearlessly. "I am he with no hair" I come from the South. Long plains ahead of me. And mountains beyond the horizon. The sounds of my horse scare's up sage hen and grouse. mark Lagoo in humble recognition Baldy |