I remember the days when my mother would tuck me in at night with a sad look on her face, almost to a point of crying. I never did ask what was wrong because I had an idea, but knew that if I went further I felt I would’ve broken her. To this day I still don’t know what makes her sad. I only know one truth to her that I fear on the daily, the idea of losing her child.
To me I've always say, "Fire has a spirit about it." This fire was caused by a light strike the night before. The sky was filled with cloud but only a small amount of rain feel upon Mother Earth. Into the storm you could hear the thunder making noise and hearing it striking so close.
Waking up the next morning. Looking around I didn't see anything until late afternoon. It was then did I see a whiff of smoking on the mountain. Then the winds came bring the fire to life.
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To: "School of Natural Wonder: Vision Quests - Wilderness Rites of Passage".
I was told by those old ones
that every song has a special time and a place where its sang
this is our song
and this our time
they used to say the only good indian is a dead indian
i must be a no good at being indian
cuz I feel alive and kicking
we are the bastard reject children of manifest destiny