For Earth day. We must protect the kind planet.
Ancient warrior
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Blood cannot change. Sometime must go back to your place of birth to learn peace.
Ancient warrior
I drove to the forest.
Away from the city.
I took my grandson with me to learn the spirit of the forest.
We walked deep into the safety of the woods and
the friendship of the wind.
I watched the birds and animals fly and roam free.
I found a river.
The water was strong and still clean from man’s pollution.
I took out my sage. I lit the sage.
Said a quiet prayer.
I walked along the river.
Three year old Grandson followed.
“Spirit of life and death.
Please give me strength and wisdom.
Protect the water, the earth and the sky.
Allow the spirit of the hawk and wolf to send wisdom
to the leaders of this world.
So much war and violence.
Hate had overtook kindness.”
I heard a quiet whisper in the wind.
“Ancient Warrior. Put your feet into the river.
Refresh your body and heart. Allow nature to absorb your pain.”
I put my feet into the water. My grandson does the same.
I looked to the sky and whispered.
“Thank you spirit of life and death.
Thank you for the drinking water.
Thank you for the green earth.
Thank you for the clean air.”
I raised my hand to the sky.
I allowed the sage smoke to spread around me and my grandson.
I knew the truth. I relearn many times in my life.
“We are one people on one planet.
We must live together in peace.
We must know peace for the sake of the children.”
People tell me.
Man is foolish.
He cannot know peace. He cannot live without war.
Will a nuclear weapon killing a million people?
Will their screams of cities show the way to peace?
Old ancient warrior watches his grandson run through the forest.
He wondered what kind of world did he leave for his grandchild?
Coyote
Sept. 2012
Hi John, Your Ancient Warrior poem is so true, so many people can see your truth, if we keep reminding people that we don’t own the world we are only looking after it to make a better place for our children and grandchildren maybe the message will eventually get through. Keep the faith. Cheers Geoff.
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Thank you. I wished we could live in peace with the land.We are one people and one planet.We need to get along.
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Agree wholeheartedly! 🙂
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What a wonderful story. It is so important to pass down this respect for the earth to our future generations. A beautifully painted experience and lesson.
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Thank you for the kind words. We need Nature more than she need us. My Ojibwa Grandmother showed me to respect the land and kind to people. The ancient ways of the Native Americans was simple. You are friends first before becoming enemy and love the water, earth and sky.
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Hi John, this was a great story and a wonderful poem, which has moved me a lot, and aught to have a really wide audience, so I think I will re blog this, and put it on my Facebook page. Live in Cape Town surrounded by the immense beauty of Table Mountain, and the Constantiaberg ridge of mountains, I revere nature, but am acutely aware that even in all this beauty there is much pollution, distrust of others and discrimination. It is my pray that people will come to realize this and change to be filled with wisdom and love. Thanks.
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You are lucky. I live near Detroit, Michigan. I need to drive many miles to find mountains and ridges.
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