Journey's End At Wounded Knee

The wind blows softly through the grass,
Of yellow, brown and gold.
They sway in Tribute for those lost,
Their mournful stories unfold.
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The path that leads up to the hill,
Where buried families lay.
Echoes the sounds of horses hoofs,
The ground feels to this day.
The graves-------all still------and yet-----
there's sound,
Of voices through the air.
Those cries you hear------they're not the wind,
Souls asking you to care.
You stand there-------still------as voices cry,
The tears begin to flow.
You feel their pain and sorrow deep,
Great Mystery's name------you call.
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The Eagles cry from Sacred Sites,
Their screams heard far and wide.
Do not forget-------what happened here!
Lest history tries to hide.
The heart connects with Spirits deep,
To join them in their prayer.
They plead to mend the Circle now,
All Nations -----hands joined-----to care
The Prayer Ties wave with gentle winds,
To join the swaying grass.
All Earth responds with prayers of hope,
For peaceful souls at last..

Author Unknown