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| The Mighty Wind by � eaglespirits02 Five large jars with tightly closed lids were placed high on a shelf The Indian man put them where no one could reach them His Grandson asked him why he kept them after so many years passing Why he kept those empty jars anyway He explained�. "Those jars are not empty to me as they hold the mighty wind Each time the Indian Spirits would ride here on their painted ponies Within the wind I'd bottle that wind in a jar for keeps I'd reach high into the sky as they rode passed me Then I'd hold that wind tightly in my hand putting it in a jar Then I'd carefully put the lid on So the wind couldn't blow again After all the changes the white man made upon my people I was afraid I wouldn't get to take my final journey On my own painted pony as my Ancestors Was afraid the mighty wind would disappear Like so many other things taken from us Now, when the owls tells me its time to leave I'll open those lids on the five jars That mighty wind will blow as strong as ever With my Ancestors Spirits Bringing to me my own pony So I can ride with the five winds To my final resting place in Indian Heaven When I leave, you should bottle the mighty wind Of my Indian Spirits So you can ride your own pony into the far horizon of the Great Beyond" Anne Leach |
