the dreaming pipe of peace

Araphahos and all the tribes
had the smoke of dreams
they took the peacepipe everywhere
and planned their mystic schemes

the magic smoke was given
north, south, east, and west
to the sky and earth below
all were scented and were blessed

the pipe was like a catalyst
between the real and dreams
the smoke was like a vehicle
where nothing the way it seems

they rode their ponies far and wide
spirits in the wind
ever changing shape and sound 
with only time to spend

the calumet was passed 
among the people huddled low
the wheel of knowledge rolling
in the campfire burning slow




1980