A line of white foam caresses the rocky shore
Like a ribbon on a blue iced cake.
Soppy moment over,
I noticed a field of flowers beside a rocky outcrop
The faces there, taking me back to my childhood
when I played cowboys and Indians with my brothers.
There he stood, looking out to sea
My Cheyenne chief, minus his feathered head dress.
Noble, forever watching, guarding the land
His tepees may have fallen, the buffalo hunting long forgotten
Their whispering spirits walk the land in soft moccasins.
Brother spirits whisper back,
we remember brother bear, tree, and sea
We remember the proud Cheyenne nation…