The Three Day Journey
Way off in the distance
Where many tribes did roam
He may be the last of his kind
As he sits there all alone
Each night by his fire
He prays to the great chiefs
And to the mother Earth
For all that in his beliefs
Then one stormy night
The Great Chiefs did appear
Up in the clouds with each lightening strike
Yet, he listened to them with out any fear
He understood their words
As they spoke to him there
Telling him to travel northwest
He'd find a squaw with beauty so rare
They told him of things to come
And things he'd see there on his way
So he'd know the right direction
His journey would last for three days
They told him of a place
Where a cave was back in the stone
It would be a good place for the winter
Even a great place to call home
By the time the storm was over
It was past time for his bed
He prayed to them all again
Before laying down his tire head
By the rise of the sun
He was up and wide awake
And eating his breakfast
Fresh meat from a rattle snake
Then he pulled up his camp
For the long journey ride ahead
He mounted his horse heading the way
Remembering each detail the chiefs had said
He made camp that night
Under a big oak tree
Praying his usual prayers
Before going to sleep in the tee-pee
By the next mornings light
He was up and ready to go
Packed and on his way
To watch the natures show
He shot a jack rabbit
Just in time for lunch
Cooked it over an open fire
Then moved on his way, as a hunch
That night he camped
Near a nice size creek
He caught fish on snares
It was his best supper that week
Then that third morning
He was up with the sun
Packed and on his way
Like a bandit on the run
It was about mid-day
He saw a tee-pee in the distance
His horse picked up speed
With out any resistance
As he got to the tee-pee
A young squaw was there alone
He introduce himself to her
Then told stories of ancesters gone
And how he was sent to find her
By the Great Chiefs in the storm
How they was meant for each other
And how he would never do her harm
They packed up their belongings
And headed for that great cave
They raised lots of children there
Were grateful for everything mother earth gave
written 12/23/2014 by Norman Hale Jr.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem