By J Ann Crowder

I sleep beside the river side; of ages past she whispers, louder than the storm clouds raging  in my heart
 
She is the Buffalo River, gently flowing through fields of green and trees majestic
 
I witness her truth as I listen beneath the impending clouds of grey tumbling upon thick, wet skies
 
Damp trees lie quiet and still; for a moment the sun kisses my skin as the greyness of clouds disperse
 
Light gleams upon each leaflet above and surrounding blades of grass
 
The Buffalo River sings of waning tides and lost memories
 
I listen
 
In the distance a Cloud Dancer chants
 
He prays for a ripening of heaven and the awakening of spring Mountains
 
His soul is forever with the Earth
 
I hear the echo of a Wolf’s cry streaming into the delightsome valley as the Cloud Dancer chants his forgotten melody
 
A Wolf’s cry is a longing for the souls of lost, painted warriors roaming amidst the sacredness of trees outstretched towards celestial skies
 
Beneath looming trees the Buffalo River forever turns raging tides, shaping a rigid stone, carving a masterpiece upon this Earth
 
Thus the Cloud Dancer chants as water torrents dash and gleam beneath the light of a shaded moon
 
As seasons turn with the water’s ever flowing tide, spring moons beg for rain
 
Heaven’s moisture falls upon us as the souls of warriors sing the old Cloud Dancer’s music
 
All are kissed by moist skies and the valley is thirsty no more

Written last spring in 2015. I was camping in Montana. I didn't know the name of the river I camped by so I named it "Buffalo River."

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Nelson D Reyes
over 3 years

Happy to know that nature, by the Buffalo River, gave you the refuge you needed
to calm down "the storm clouds raging" in your heart. We are the masters of our destinies
like the "Buffalo River carving a masterpiece upon the earth." Yet like the wolf and the Cloud Dancer our souls seek the celestial sky for comfort, a heaven's kiss for us to move on. A wonderful vignette of hope and anticipation. Love it.

J Ann Crowder
J Ann Crowder
over 3 years

Thank you Nelson! Nature is a very inspiring topic for me. I'm glad you enjoyed!

Robert L. Martin
over 3 years

Good name for it and beautiful poem

J Ann Crowder
over 3 years

Also, thank you Vic! The Cloud Dancer is symbolic of Native American stories and legend still living. How they view nature and the Earth is important to me. I really admire it.

Charlotte B. Williams
over 3 years

Sounds like the way of the Indian, with their beliefs and customs, beautiful poem.

Vic
over 3 years

I could see myself there watching the Cloud Dancer. It's just like a mise en scène.

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