The Water, the Sky and the Earth

The Water, the Sky and the Earth chapter one
A Chapter by Coyote Poetry
Part one of my project I must finish.

The water, Sky and the Earth.

(Four strangers became friends. Seeking same dreams and they tried to help Nature. They learn they were like feathers in a hurricane. Can stop the greed and madness of man)

 

Coyote- A Ojibwa/Mexican wild in spirit. Trying to figure out some reason to be alive.
He wants to do the right things. Confused by the hate and abuse of the land, water and air by the greed of men. Why does man desire to destroy the beautiful forest and streams? Little Wolf- A Cherokee fearless woman seeking to repair damage done by Man’s hunger to own everything. Soft brown eyes. Flowing red hair like fire. Her beauty create fear in most men heart and soul. Red Fox- A Cheyenne man seeking the next level of salvation. A 20 year Marine who won’t touch a gun or fight. He screamed out in dreams. He don’t speak of War. He has pacifism tattoos on his arm. The moon and sun above the word. A large man with a big smile and strong handshake. Silent Bobcat- A Ojibwa/white. She is the youngest of the group and still hopeful. Her white skin and smile break down walls of hurt and disappointment. A Grad of the University of Michigan. She write down great plans. Her positive outlook allowed the other to keep their dreams and hope alive.

Nightmares

Four people sat together on the Monterey Beach. Late 1991. Coyote passed the cigarette to Silent Bobcat. She asked him ” What will you do Coyote? Your visions are becoming true. The visions you are having are getting stronger.” Coyote stated Chief Seattle statement and question. “How can you buy or sell the sky? The land? The idea is strange to us. If we don’t own the freshness of the air or the sparkle of the water. How can you buy them?”

Red Fox asked “What the hell does that mean now? Chief Seattle talk with common sense to deaf and dumb men in Washington. No different today then 150 years ago.” Little Wolf smiled. Took the cigarette. Smoke it down to nothing.”We took the journey together.
Follow the Apache way to see. Now the visions are coming true.”

Coyote told her ” It is too late. Iraq drops million of gallons of diesel into the water. The wars are here. World is in dismay.We have 30 years to fix a problem no-one want to know about. We can’t stop the poisoning of the water and the air?” Silent Bobcat eyes are burning with anger. “If we don’t stop the pollution. Disease will begin the final journey of all Earth’s people. Including our brother’s and sister’s. Coyote, you must write down the visions and tell someone.”

Red Fox smiles. He stood up. Reached for the sky and he tried to cradle the moon. He brought up Little Wolf. They danced to the light of the moon. Coyote and Silent Bobcat joined in. The four met at a Pow Wow in Washington State. Many years ago. Became friends very quickly. The were younger and braver then. Heart and mind full of hope.

An old Apache Shaman Don Joseph took them under his wing.Taught them how to heal with natural medicine and herbs. They learn from Don Joseph to open their eyes with peyote and psychotropic plants.

Open their eyes to the true visions. They discover what was hidden in their heart and souls. Red Fox was having bad dreams too.  His visions of youth were coming true.
He saw death coming soon. His time in Vietnam. Taught him Death don’t give a s**t who it takes.

Coyote asked Little Wolf. “Who will believe an old man? It has begun. The poison in the water and air will create sickness. Africa will go first. Then Asia. Europe is beginning now and American will be last. Youngest of found continents. Their death will be the worst. The hunger in America will destroyed everything that is beautiful.”

Silent Bobcat told him. “We have time and we will find a way before the greed of men.
Killed off everything that is beautiful.” Red Fox brought Little Wolf closer to him. Like he felt very cold.  He told them. “Millions will died when the water and air turns to poison.
Viruses with no cure will kill cities off in days. Will be no place to hide. I saw myself in a big city. Death is riding free and no-one will stop him.”

Four Native Americans sat together at the sea. Prayer for Earth. Prayer for peace.Two men can see visions of the future and their visions are coming true. Little Wolf whispered. “Pollution and science will kill us off.”

Coyote is dreaming. He walked into his house. The house smell of death. A note on the table. “We love you. We will be waiting for you. loving wife. June 16, 2020.” He walked outside. No cars. No movement of life.

 

He looked to the sky. He yelled to God. We killed off Mother Earth. Falls to his knees and cries.

The Water, Sky and the Earth chapter two
A Chapter by Coyote Poetry
Part two of my story about four people trying to find their way in a confusing world. Old Earth need some tender loving care before we kill all that is beautiful.

The Water, Sky and the Earth-  Part two

(People fall together. Some of us calls it luck. Maybe destiny?)

“Where are the Pequot?
Where are the Narragansett?
The Mohican?
The Pokanoke and many other powerful
tribes of our people.They have vanished before the avarice and the oppression
of the white man, as snow before a summer sun.
Well we let ourselves be destroyed in our turn
without a struggle, give up our homes, our country
bequeathed to us by the Great spirit, the graves of
our dead and everything that is dear and sacred to us?I know you will cry with me,
“Never! Never!”.
Tecumseh of the Shawnees.”

Winter is holding hard to the Northwest coast and Coyote decided to go into Tacoma,Washington State for a Pow Wow. It is early 1976. A wild and crazy year.He joined the Army in 1975 and he wanted to go to Vietnam. Damn war was ended before he finished Basic training. He sat alone. and a older large Native American with a military hair cut sat with him. He turned to Coyote. Reached out his hand. and he told him “My name is Robert Lyon. My friends call me Red fox.” Coyote offered his hand out.
“My name is John Coyote. My friends call me Coyote.” Red Fox held his hand tightly for a moment. Told him “You have a terrible haircut. Are you Army?” Coyote smiled at the big man. “Yes I’m in the Army and I’m pissed off. I wanted to go to Vietnam. Damn War ended.”

Red Fox lost his smile and he Told him.”War is s**t. I was in Vietnam for three tours and
you are full of s**t. I danced in the f*****g blood and swam in death. I learn War is bullshit.” He got up and left him sitting alone. He sat alone awhile and he felt the knowledge in the words. He went to Red Fox. Told him “I was sorry for talking stupid.
I know I was lucky the War ended.” Red Fox handed him a beer. “Allow me to tell you a story. About a Cheyenne boy who wanted to be a warrior. Volunteers for a combat job.
I learn fool’s get their wishes. Been a Marine for 10 years now.  Now I must learn to live with the deeds not spoken.” Coyote listened and told him “I’m at Fort Lewis waiting for the boat to Korea. In three weeks I would be leaving. A foolish Ojibwa/Mexican boy with no sense. Volunteers to escape the s**t of being poor and bore.”

The drums started to beat. The circle dance of friendship has started. A beautiful young Native American girl was dancing and spreading the smoke of sage. To welcome all. An old chief. Chief Joseph was walking in the circle. He told everyone “My name is Chief Joseph. I’m a lost Apache bringing friendship to all who desire to join in the circle of friendship.” He spread the sage smoke around to sanitize the circle.

Coyote was walking with Red Fox in the circle of friendship. Suddenly a hand grasped both their hands. A beautiful fire-red hair girl held their hand tightly. She looked up and smiled at Coyote. She didn’t speak and the drums were playing. Somehow they become one in the walk, in the circle of friendship.

They both sat in silence. The drums were playing. Create a peace. The young girl came to them. Reached her hand out and she told them. “My name is Sara Little Wolf. My friends call me Little Wolf.” She was barely 18-year-old. Both men sat in silence. She told them “I was born Cherokee. Born in N. Carolina mountains.” Red Fox gave her a beer. Told her “My name is Red Fox, Cheyenne.  A confused and lost Indian. My friend name is Coyote.
A Ojibwa/Mexican.” They touched beers. Red Fox made a wish. Wished for better days.

Coyote drove his new two friend down the coastline toward California. Little Wolf sat in the middle and it was a beautiful night. Red Fox whispered. “Let’s go to the Monterey Bay. I have a lot of time to spare time a too much money.” Little Wolf smiled. “No-one is missing me right now.” Coyote watched the road and the ocean at the distance.
First time in a long time. He desired people around him.

Both Little Wolf and Red Fox were sleeping. He saw the road sign for Monterey. Red Fox was moving and fighting battles in his dreams. Little Wolf awoke and she caressed his head like a child. He put his head into her shoulder. She hum a song and caressed him into a peaceful sleep. It was beautiful.

She held Coyote hand. Keeping him awake. “She asked what are your great plans?”He smiled. “Big Winter storm. We will ride the biggest waves of the year.” She smiled. Told him. “I will watch you challenge the ocean. Nothing like two fool’s fighting a mountain.”Coyote and Red Fox put on the wet suits. Little Wolf sat by the fire drinking tequila out of the bottle.

They ran into the ocean. The storms of Winter create the most powerful and dangerous waves. Waves up to 50-100 feet toss and twist you back and fro. Only safety is the suicide board and luck. After an hour. The cold of the sea can’t be accepted by the human body. They returned to the fire. Little Wolf looked so beautiful in the light of the fire.
Now three new friend sat together in a needed silence. Waiting for the morning light. The peace of the sea allows the soul and heart to rest.

In the morning they decided to go to Big Surf. Do some rock climbing. Try to get into open sea at Pfiefer Beach. They arrive at the River Inn around 9 am. Little Wolf ran into a friend. She brought him to them and introduce Chief Joseph. Chief Joseph was tall and strong. He asked “You guys are hungry? Can make fresh fry bread and sausage.”Everyone ate to heart content. Chief Joseph asked could he tell a story?
They drank coffee and listen.”I was a boy born in the New Mexico desert. Apache were hated by the White and the Mexicans. We were outcast and our families kept us strong.””My Grandfather was a medicine man for our small community. He taught me how to heal with the plants of the desert. He taught me many things that became important in my life.”

I was a confuse boy who dreams of killing the Whites and Mexicans. I wanted revenge for treating my people so badly. My Grandfather taught me we are one. He shows me us Native Americans screw up.” Red Fox looked confused and he asked.”You are telling me we screw up. We didn’t steal the land. We didn’t pollute the land. Fight non-stop wars?”Chief Joseph smiled and he told them. ” Yes we had a purpose. The Native Americans were to protect Earth. The Black people has the strength and wisdom.
They didn’t do too good either. The yellow people kept their knowledge to themselves.
Cheating the world of wisdom and control. The white people did too good. Spreading the fire to every corner of the world. Now the world is walking on a thin line of hope.

Apache, Cheyenne, Ojibwa and the Cherokee need to gather together. Show the way to being kind to our Mother Earth.” Little Wolf asked. Is this possible? “The greed and hate of the land of the greedy and powerful men and woman. Can’t it be broken? Their greed to destroy all that is beautiful is too strong.” Coyote asked. ” I don’t believe we can see what you can see Chief Joseph? Your eyes are old and wisdom come with time.”

He smiled at the three young Native Americans. He Told them “I can assist your journey.
I will allow you to be my last students if you want.” Coyote take Red Fox hands, Little Wolf wraps her arms around him. She whispered “Please let’s do this together.” Red Fox smiled.”Whisper can’t be no worst then the s**t I seen already

Author's Note

Old story with a re-write.

Reviews

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Amazing- I get shivers as I read- true that a foolish man gets his hearts desires- and wisdom comes with age- I pray that the eyes are opened and the ears will hear- if not then it will be too late, if not already but the spirit shall decide on that we must just keep on trying to share good and be kind and help others to see truths- wonderful story🌹

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Kelly for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.