From the time christened warrior, <br />‘round his neck, tied by thong. <br />It like a talisman, mysterious, <br />the buckskin pouch hung. <br /> <br />As if retaining a secret, <br />captive, within leather bond. <br />The warrior cherished the satchel deeply, <br />for it never left his charge. <br /> <br />Should he ever become troubled, <br />sought vision of council and wisdom. <br />With his pouch held to the heavens, <br />called forth his Spirit Guide. <br /> <br />The warrior gazed into blue skies, <br />chanting loud his quandary. <br />Seeking guidance to reveal, <br />and light the trail to truth. <br /> <br />What magic was held captive, <br />within that mysterious sack? <br />He bequeathed upon me earned confidence, <br />held open that buckskin parcel. <br /> <br />I saw bits of stone, colored beads, <br />some feathers small. <br />An arrowhead with broken shaft, <br />a rifle’s ball stained dark. <br /> <br />He sensed my unasked question, <br />and spoke with almost reverent tone. <br />“Each item I have collected, <br />bears a portion of my life. <br /> <br />To you they may mean naught, <br />to me each a message. <br />Sent by my Spirit Leader, <br />that my time is yet to come. <br /> <br />As long as I carry my Medicine Bag, <br />life’s battles I shall survive. <br />Through its magic, should I need, <br />to speak with my Spirit Leader I may.” <br /> <br />From behind, ominous rattles I heard. <br />I was sure, my time had come. <br />I heard the swish of the warrior’s blade. <br />The rattling at once ceased. <br /> <br />Then in my hand he placed, <br />six bony beads. <br />“A message from your Spirit Leader. <br />Time to start your medicine bag.”28Nov08<br /><br />Kurt Hearth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/medicine-bag/
