His untamed long hair was blowing by the strong wind;
His eyes were contemplating with sadness the infinite blue of the sky,
And the wind was granting him sounds from a very distant past,
Voices and chants from his people seemed still real at that sacred place.
He could see countless of his people celebrating with happiness their ceremonies around the fire,
Meanwhile the Shaman was telling to each one words of deep knowledge that he learnt from his connection with the Great Spirit.
His words were meaningful to each one for their lives within the Clan.
Many of them would still come to understand his words just in their future.
The moon was crossing the sky sending its silver rays over a happy people.
Yes, happy they were, because they lived in perfect harmony with the powers of the Nature."
The red mountains of the Southwest are a sacred place for many Native American tribes of the area. Not only the stunning rocks of the Grand Canyon, where the old civilization of the Anasazi Indians once inhabited, and mysteriously disappeared, but also the vastness of the area which includes Arizona, Utah, New Mexico and Colorado. The lands are now inhabited by many Native American tribes, such as Navajo, Hopi, Apache and Pueblo people.
The Pueblo are comprised of twenty one small tribes, and they are believed to be the Anasazi descendants.
The area of the Grand Canyon is also home to two tribes, the Hualapai and Havasupai tribes.
The Anasazi tribe left many cliff dwellings spread across the four states; one of them being Mesa Verde in Colorado, which is depicted below.
The poem above relates to reminisces about this vanished civilization called the Anasazi, which means, the ancient ones, and it's part of my book, "Love, Life, Forever...Tasunke Witko lives, spiritual poems" available on kindle and paperback through Amazon.
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