In the winter of a life
Oft borne by bitter strife
A man ponders who he was.
Battles fought, victories won
Children born, he lost a son
Continued he the cause.
Final thoughts, soon at hand
No new trails span the land,
He waits, he remembers.
“What was I?”, his plaintive plea
“Where eternal shall I be?”
Challenges now but lasting embers.
Spirit adrift in serene repose
New visions emerge as eyes do close
Ghosts of the Plains come to greet.
Two-leggeds and four dispel the mist,
Relations of all that sun hath kissed
Now comes the time, he lived to be.
One with all – Mitakuye Oyasin!