The sound of the flute in the distance
Illuminating and inviting
To be here and now present
Silence
A peaceful calm
Feeling centered
In this present moment
Resting eyes
Awoken
By the tapping
Yah-wey-nah-wey
Mig-ye-way-ye-nah-way
Are the sounds I hear
As the drums are played
Lost in the sounds
Taken faraway
To distant times
Back to the past
Where bison roamed
Freely
And without borders
Roaming the lands
Grazing and playing
And then the music stopped
Gone are those visions
Of times long since past
But a lingering feeling exists
Engulfed in the joys
Brought back with me
By Pauline Harris