Peyote Dreams Poem by Ted Sheridan
Peyote Dreams
As the council fire burned for all
My spirit was lifted by the smoke
Rising skyward into the dark night sky
My ancestors greeted their brother
Riding a painted pony free of saddle
I explored the plains of yesterday
Clouds of White Buffalo grazed
Large Elk ran with the gentle breeze
My life took on another shape and form
The suffering Lamb had been transformed
The Wolf had found his forgiveness___
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4/26/2024 1:47:35 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This - i like. Stark & bold. Not to mention, patriotic. to a P. SusxGLx