A Gray Sun Walking the Sky


There was a time of the little warrior
dancing his dreams on wild ground
with fire found in eagle eyes
growing like grass in sacred land sun
he stole his first horse in the deep snow
with this came his first feather
marking him a member of the tribe of men

he learned the way of the knife and long bow
hunting with the swiftness of cold waters
among the sky rocks and place of many trees
taking down big bear and mule deer
with this two more feathers became his
marking him a great hunter in the tribe of men

he tired tasting this blood feeling empty alone
his life drum beat with the spirits of creation
calling to rivers of a woman to join him
his song was answered by a summer maiden
with this came his first child
marking him a father in the tribe of people

he watched his spirit dance in this son
but peace was broken by fierce war
he saw many die in his tribe of men
he fought three moons to return home
with this came his first eagle feather 
marking him a member of the council of wise ones

he spoke truth and peace at all talks
he heard all words spoken by every tongue
but the words bound no hearts and war paint dried
he lost the son who died in honor under the dawn sun
with this his name became Gray Sun
marking him cheif of his tribe of people

he lived many many seasons of war and peace
he had many children with maiden Little Moon
he recieved many feathers for his great spirit
he died in his little warrior tracks in the sky rocks
with this he became A Gray Sun Walking the Sky
marking him a member of the tribe of Earth spirits

his spirit walks the sky in the time of visions
chanting life's ceremony in all places to all peoples
he speaks of paths of blood, war, peace, and love
listen and dance with the wisdom of his past
with this you recieve a silent spiritual feather
marking you a member of the tribe of the Great Spirit

 By Mark Borcherding  5-27-1993