Many Moons
By ran66man
The medicine man calls to the heavens He tells the great one what has happened Many Moons has died, he was only seven Hold him, protect him, I give him to you Tonight they will dance for hours and hours They will send Many Moons' spirits up to the sky The medicine man will use his special powers Take him, present him, I give him to you Tomorrow we will have burial in a sacred place He will ask the great one where he shall lie The drums are pounding and paint on our faces Call him, remove him, I give him to you The chanting remains heard in the wind Eagle flies over Many Moons is his name Daylight is leaving the chanting ends Written June 4th, 1998 © on Nov 02 2001 10:27 AM PST 0 • 13
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"The medicine man calls to the heavens..."