The songs of seasons

The songs of seasons

A Story by Coyote Poetry

A Native American tale.

                                The song of fall

Warm days, cold nights.
Create an restless passion.
I can hear the whisper of the wind
on a solitary hill.

Old Mother Nature is calling for aid.
The water is sick with pollution.
No great forest for the animals to live and roam.
Poison is in the air.
Killing man and the trees.

The song of fall.
Sweet death begins.
Leaves turn the trees to artwork.
The splendor of the of the change in season.
Leave the wise in envy of the great gifts of nature.

I find a solitary spot and burn some sage.
I pray for Nature and man. I say out loud family and friends names.
I drink a beer for my Soldier friends lost in war.
I pray to dance  with my elders one day.
It is a beautiful evening.
Calm and quiet.

     Song of Winter

The earth seem bare and a wasteland.
The green earth turn to white.
Snow and cold is necessary for many plants to grow strong.
In the Winter was the time for the Elders to gather with the children.

They would tell great stories of great deeds and accomplishments of men
and woman whom lived in ancient time.
Us children could feel the free wind.
We could see big herds of buffalo roaming the land.
We vision a great Nation of people.

My Grandmother would tell me.
"We must beckon the ghost of the great spirits on a full moon night.
Allow the moonlight and Great Spirit to heal the poor men and woman
lost in the destitute of drugs and alcohol."

She would burn the sage around us.
Her  hair long and unbounded.
She would speak with lovely and enchanting Ojibwa words.

"I pray for a good Spring.
I pray for my children to be able to run free.
I pray no walls or blockage of their path."

     Song of Spring

Sweet and wonderful re-birth of the Earth.
The white snow dispersed and the new buds of life appear.

The Earth seem to speak.
New hope and possibilities are here.

The  Elders would gather planning a new harvest.
The young people begin to dream of warm days and long nights.
Tire spirits are coming alive.

The Spring Pow wow is filled with strong hope and new dreams.
The Ojibwa Chief take the sage around the circle.
Blessings to  all who came to celebrate friendship.
A few white and black men and woman come to the celebration
of a new season.
They understand all people are one.

The Ojibwa Chief tells everyone.
"We are one people.
We are brothers and sisters on different roads.
But one day we will end up on the same road.
Let's dance together as brothers and sisters. "

The drums begin to play.
Black, white and red walk together.

I walk with the Chief.
He tells me.
"We must be one. Will take the four circles of life to repair this world."
With tears in his eyes. He whispers.

"It is too late for many of our brothers. So many animals and plants
are gone.
I pray for this generation to find the right way before there is nothing left."

              Song of Summer
Long days and beautiful nights allow the heart to be bold and strong.
The men are drinking.
The woman are having great conversation.

The Elders sit with the children.
He tells them of the bear, the wolf and the eagle.
"When the bear, wolf and eagle are gone.
It will be the sign man is on his last road.
We must hold on to our land.
For the sake of the bear, the wolf and the Eagle.
The animals are our brothers and sisters.
When the sea is dead and the animal are gone.
Man will be next to follow."

He lights the sage. He walks around the children.
He does a silence prayer.
His tired eyes worry for the children.
What is left for the children?
The white man had reached their goal.
Destroy all that is beautiful.



© 2011 Coyote Poetry

Author's Note

Coyote Poetry
Any error. Please tell me. Never too old to learn. A story gather by 52 years of living.

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Great story telling. This did justice in the realm of getting the message across. Great message. There's lot of times where a story can have a great message to aim for, and have a lot of under lining things but then no one gets it, and if no one gets it, then the point has failed. But in my opinion this did well to get the message across. You made it clear, which is why I think it's good. Keep up the good work.

Posted 7 Years Ago

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7 Years Ago

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

6 Years Ago

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I very much enjoyed this writing; Seasons are a favorite subject of mine, now since I find (much to my surprise) I am in the winter of mine. I enjoyed the lure of the "lore"! Melodic, very pleasing. Thanks for the journey.

Posted 12 Years Ago

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The telling of stories such as this is important and will hopefully keep enough of us thinking about our planet to make a difference. Already, so much is lost. It's beyond me how anyone could put profit before all else, but you know there are LOTS who do.

Posted 12 Years Ago

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Your story brought tears to my eyes...we must protect our beautiful earth, keep telling her stories...

Posted 12 Years Ago

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I love this poem. It's beautiful and speaks to me. It takes us through the different seasons. An amazing image you've painted here. Great write :)

Posted 12 Years Ago

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Wow. It was so visual and emotional; I felt every season, saw the great Indian chief and saw the stories told. I felt the beauty, the pride and the sadness. Wonderful!

Posted 12 Years Ago

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This is a beautiful and thought provoking poem. We should take better care of our earth for it is the only one we have. This also tells a story that keeps the reader captivated. Another wonderful write you have created with this poem.

Posted 12 Years Ago

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OH! This is beautiful. I love your stories whenever I read them I can zone out!

Posted 12 Years Ago

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This is so profound and beautiful, moving us across the breath of the seasons... "The Earth seem to speak. New hope and possibilities are here." This spoke to me of the promise in tomorrow.. May we all find such reason to hope as the seasons dance.

Posted 12 Years Ago

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This is beautiful and so detailed. I love it. I'm going to definitely read it again and again, it's one of those poems that's just that good and powerful.

Posted 12 Years Ago

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This was wonderfully written. This reminds me of a painting one time where the same tree was painted at the same angle every season. This is a story of an amazing journey. Man with nature, peace and himself. Nicely done here.

Posted 12 Years Ago

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Added on October 5, 2010
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