~ An Hour With You~
Hunter and horse
are of one,
As they hunt within
the dawn.
For each other
respect and trust,
In a time long
foregone.
The hunter a brawn
young brave,
Eagle feather
entwined in hair.
Buffalo graze upon
Earth Mother,
Their scent drifts
in summer's air.
Over the outline of
dusty sage brush,
Echoes out a hunter's
cry.
Hearts racing
adrenaline pumping,
All in great ample
supply.
Hooves thunder in
the distance,
As they strike the
desert dry.
The horse's pace it
now does quicken,
Over the plains
horse and hunter
fly.
The offerings are in
full view,
The buffalo run
awry.
A race between life
and death,
Beneath a clear blue
Father Sky.
Around buffalo,
horse and brave,
Clouds of dust swirl
in the air.
Anticipation and
excitement mount,
As they ride on the
wind and a prayer.
Buffalo run with all
your might,
For the hunter does
draw near.
Arrows pierce the
flesh and bone,
A victory cry is
what I hear.
On this day the
hunter is blessed,
And hunger we will
not feel.
Proudly along with
the wind they ride,
In a time that was
once real.
Hunter and horse are
of one,
As they hunt within
the dawn.
Buffalo awry, bow
and arrow,
In the days.
Forever Gone.
©Elizabeth Ann
Bushey
January-28-2007©
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Music: "The Hunt"
Composed By: Matthew
J. Drollinger
© Matthew J.
Drollinger
Used With Permission
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