Ode to Fallen Warriors

Great Mother clad in red

Sea of sun bleached, wind smooth bones lay before me

Generations now only a word.

What struck you from a cloud?

Did brave warriors honor your fall?

Or were they cowards.

Longing for your return

I wander eternal night

In search of new beginnings.

One day to hear your thunder.

To see your young chase the wind

And know you won the battle.