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Dances

To my brothers and sisters who have met Mother Turtle

War Dance

Drum beats to the song of pain that screams talk no more,
Flute sounds as man and woman in the circle take in her embrace slowly.
Looking for peace lost, gone, walking no more.
Men join in deep chasm to mother Turtle walking with shell half cut.
Lone voice that cries loudly,
“See the bear as he walks!
No turkeys here, they fly away!”
Buzzards overhead flight of the peace that will be made in the soul voice that walks.
Taking hearts to the circle dance.

One cry and one hand, a voice of all.

Ghost Dance

Pulsing flute drum dancing with ancestor eagle and sparrow
Take flight spirit walker,
Take time to hear Manito as he called once for you already.
Long walk over spirit bridges with the drum.
She cries in the center of the circle as the wind blows aside the time before time.
Take my hand in vigil to the other side.

Crow Dance

Single voice of many, drums dance, drums stop.
Single voice of many, drums cry, drums let the flight take.
In unison, single voice, dance of eagle feather that sits in my hair
In three over four steps,
Looking around with drum sounds.

Single voice of many, drums stop.

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