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 THE QUEST
As quiet as death, the hunter stalks his prey,
With the slightest of sound, the arrow is sent speeding on its way.
Will the learned skills of the hunter, reign supreme over Nature and her land,
Or will the little ones; cry from hunger, being too young to understand.
A twig too small to see, deflects the arrows’ flight,
The hunter cries out in anguish, as his prey bounds out of sight.
How many more of his people, will die before the spring?
Before the Great Spirit relents and his blessings again he will bring.
He can’t bear to face his people, to hear their hunger cries,
For to see his people suffer, brings much sadness to his eyes.
So he turns to face the mighty mountain, where he believes the Great Spirit to live,
He vows to scale to the summit, so his pleas to the Great Spirit he can give.
The snow swirls around him, as he continues on his quest,
Of his many years on earth, he knows this is his ultimate test.
Higher and higher he climbs, struggling in his weakened state,
With tears for his suffering people, he realizes he has met his fate.
Humbly he asks the Great Spirit, why has this winter been so bad,
The wind whispers an answer, because your people have made me so sad.
I gave you a land of plenty, provided for your every need,
You were my favorite people, until your hearts were consumed with greed.
You took more than you could possibly use; much waste did profusely abound,
You did not stop to think you could not even look around.
Let this be a lesson, for all your people to learn,
You must suffer for your wastefulness, for your own troubles you did earn.
He bowed his head in shame, for he knew the words were true,
He asked the Mighty Great Spirit, what does his people need to do.
The wind rose higher and higher, until it screamed into the hunter’s ear,
Look to me for guidance, for it’s me you need to fear.
The fire crackled and popped, as the hunter woke to the sound,
His brothers said it was a miracle that on the mountain he’d been found.
For we were guided by a great eagle, to the very spot where you did lay,
All covered by freezing snow, that you were alive; we said nay.
That the eagle was from the Great Spirit; we had no doubt at all,
For he flew straight up to the top of the mountain that is so tall.
You talked the night away, from where you lay asleep in your bed,
These words come from the Great Spirit, over and over you said.
After the miracle we have seen, we have no reason to doubt,
We must follow the Great Spirit’s word, glory to His name we must shout.
JRS © 8-4-99
The "Okie" Poet
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