It was a bountiful hunt
Winter meat for the village and time to celebrate….
The Warriors turned to face the wind home and saw,
Billowing gray black clouds with shooting red streaks over the horizon.
Fear drove their ponies at full gallop until they reached their village……
Silence, except for the crackle and spitting of fire … nothing left …
……No laughter,
……No greetings,
……No Teepees
The Warriors tears sizzled as they reached the ground joining the ashes and The Warriors hearts bled.
In tribute to the many tribes across the world…….Their will to thrive keeps them strong
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