The call
of the wide-open prairie
Where nothing moves
but the wind
A man can be truly
alone here
To chase
what forever begins
One feather
to bless my transcendence
My horse painted proudly
I ride
In search of the great
Wakan Tanka
Whose trail leads me past
— the divide
(Songs Of The Lakota: August, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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