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| Visions of Your Mind by � eaglespirits02 The boys would visit the elderly Indian man Everyday after School When the left one afternoon, A School bag was left behind The man opened it to see which boy it belonged too He found a drawing pad, watercolors and pencils He looked off into the horizon Waiting for a vision to appear in the sky Then he started drawing the masterpiece That was painted in his soul The boys stopped by the next morning On their way to School The boy opened the pad to find a surprise The man painted darkened silhouettes of many Indians Sitting on their painted ponies Their feathers seemed to sway with the wind The darkened silhouettes painted against the red sky Of the perfectly painted horizon Soft silhouettes of Indians and The buffalo Were off into the fog That settled on the hilltops The man signed the bottom `Visions of my mind' The Indian man died while the boys were in School His death was hard for them to take They looked at the picture with sadden eyes Surprised when they saw the man riding off Into that far horizon on his own pained pony Riding with the wind that blew the feathers In his many visions The mans Spirit signed the bottom `Visions of your mind' Leaving the boys the visions of his Native mind Anne Leach |
