One Last Dance Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

My heart stays in Wyoming,
as Montana calls my name

My spurs and bits ‘a jingling'
my soul goes north again

Cody up through Beartooth Pass,
Cooke City just below

The Great Divide off to my left,
the glaciers ringed with snow

I stop to mourn the western tribes,
as dark clouds form above

The war call of Tasunka-Witko,
crying out with love

My spirit loose to roam the land,
the great Oglala's words I hear

Two kindred souls in one last dance,
—as Wakan Tanka draws us near

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February,2017)