Hands Across Texas

Programs on Native Americans, Buffalo Soldiers, Cowboy Poetry, Ethnic Characters in Texas History, Dance, Music with Siyotanka and Harmonica, Storytelling, and Mountain Men

Saturday, August 27, 2005

Poem Three

AH-HO

Ah-ho
Ah-ho

A lone wolf howls
The wind flapper meets the sky
A grizzly forages by moonlight
The pronghorn prepares to die

Life and death is inevitable
All return to Good Mother Earth
Our journey begins at the cradle
Will end with the new birth

Grandfathers know us
Grandfathers show us
Grandfathers hear us
Grandfathers see us

You made me the eyes of the people
yet I am blind
You tell me to lead but your path
I cannot find

Our souls soar abouve our happy hunting grounds
searching to be free
In a land filled with emptiness
that once yielded plenty

Grandfathers show us the way
Lead us to that land
where we will be judged as brothers
not by color of skin

Grandfathers know us
Grandfathers show us
Grandfathers hear us
Grandfathers see us

And show us the way

Ah-ho
Ah-ho