Little Mocs

Little Mocs
Somewhere in the distance, I hear the drums begin to play
Her feet are clad in moccasins, they seem to know the way
Her name is Little Mocs the Chief whispered in my ear
She has a healing gift for those that are far and near
As she dances round the fire singing the songs of old
I listened searching for the wisdom the old ones told
The smell of sage is in the air, carried in the wind
Sending out healing like the messages Little Moc’s send
The eagle hovers near her to bringer her keener sight
The red bird brings her messages in the morning light
Between two worlds Little Mocs walks, carrying the tales
And speaks with great emotion of heart breaking trails
Another great warrior guides her from the other side
This warrior raised her with wisdom, sent her out to ride
This warrior already knew the job Little Mocs would do
One of hard trails, tears, the wisdom her Granny knew
The fire is burning brightly as her mocs follow the beat
Dancing round the fire telling a story with her feet.

danLrene  2013

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