This Poem was Submitted By: Tom Atterberry On Date: 2000-05-15 19:07:06 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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The Final Journey

Upon this giant windswept peak where my ancestors continually speak I cast my final homage to the wind To rise above these hazy skies I offer up a silent sigh waiting for my journey to begin I offer up my wrinkled heart and this weary soul this is all I have to offer you Nanataka, see me here aged but with love sincere the feelings in my spirit so very true My medicine bag, now to be passed on to a younger fold I can feel you touching me now Take me from this place so cold let me wave to the setting sun Please release me for I am tired and old. TEA BV 5-14-00

Copyright © May 2000 Tom Atterberry

Additional Notes:
Nanataka-the God above all God's...the creator of all above and below.

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