Spirit Bird beckons

Alone in dark morning shrouds

Calling afar across the wide lake

Over endless hills and through a vast forest of trees

Reaching over the many streams

And waving brown fields

With strange invisible hands

Caressing and shaping timeless stone

In spire forms and primeval fashion

Great Wind Spirits

Beckon for a silent return

To places long since forgotten

Erased and overtaken

Carved into the crags

Crooked signatures of nameless beings and broken oaths

Dreams intertwined like branches and roots upon the ground

Lying forgotten like broken bones

Buried along the trails

In hidden, unmarked graves

Clouds call together in grand afternoon conference

Taking strange shape, and, then.....

Burst open and resound across the prairies

With wild fury and naked tumult

As a thousand ghost ships

Glide silently by

Accompanied by myriad mysterious beings

Each alone journeying in head-bent solitude

Upon a vast expanse of tall grass

The bear clan, and deer clan

The clan of beaver and prairie dog

The clan of hawk, of crow

And coyote and mustang and bison

All the bands and tribes of the forests and mountains

Taking notice of the passing

Pay homage to the pilgrimage,

And flee forever the caravan's relentless wake