 |
 |
| Wind Rider by � iwalkwiththewolf dedicated to Mohawk poet and author Lawrence T. He rides the wild wind of the west desert mountains, circling higher, soaring as the eagle within his breast. With an eye on the broken ground so far beneath him, he searches for honesty, for truth, for food for his soul, reflecting on the past, reaching for the future. Not blowing as the dust, driven by the wind, but bridling its energy he controls his direction. The Wind Rider flies in the face of convention, knowing the truth that he seeks is only his own, his quest, his reason for being. He has lived all his life in a white man's world, but was never content, always part of him missing. Now knowing his grands were Native American, he at last understands why he never fit in, why his heart always yearned for peace. So he rides the wind of his ancestors realm, reaches to touch the Red spirit in these mystical mountains. It is here he was drawn by the Great Spirit's hand to find answers to questions unasked; his truth is here in the wild wind of the western skies. American Cherokee, Copyright 2002, All rights reserved |
