The Three Day Journey Poem by norman hale

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.