Old Warrior of the Plains
BY R. S. B. S
DECICATED TO MY MOM
Have you ever been where the heavens touch the plains? Well , I have. Every night just about dusk grandfather and I would walk to the top of the bluff and look out over the country--side. Grandfathers hands were rough and worn with time, but they were always warm. His eyes were glassy and grey but still had the sight of an eagle.
" There , over there , Star Catcher, " Grandfather would say , " thats where the heavens meet the plains." The wind blew all around us and the whispers of our ancestors filled the air. The tall grass seemed to wave to us almost as if it were motioning to us to walk down onto the plains. We would sit on the bluff for many hours and grandfather would tell me stories of his childhood days. I would always ask grandfather if the stars could join us while he told his story. With a smile , grandfather would nod and I would reach out and grab a star. The story which stuck in my mind the most was the one where grandfather would run with the buffalo. He told about jumping from the bluff onto the back of the largest buffalo and riding for hous around the plains.
One evening as grandfather and I were walking to the bluffi it seemed to take longer than it had in the past. We finally reached the bluff. The sky was very full of stars that night, more than usual. Grandfather bent down and with all his strength he picked me up in his arms and lifted me up towards the sky. "Catch that one " Grandfather said as he pointed to a large star. Then he put me back down onto the ground.
Grandfather told me to wrap the star inside my buckskin pouch. I looked up at his grey eyes. I never would question anything he would tell me to do. Grandfather brushed my long black hair from my face and tied it with a piece of sweetgrass. Then we turned and looked out onto the plains.
" Star Catcher ", Grandfather said " I will ride the back of a buffalo and go where the heavens meet the plains." The wind blew grandfathers grey hair about and I could hear the sounds of our ancestors whispering across the plains. Somewhere off in the distance, I heard the sound of thunder. The tall grass bent down and you could see a path leading toward the horizon. " You must stand here on the bluff" said grandfather. "Where are you going?" I asked him. Grandfather answered , "to where the heavens meet the plains, Star catcher." The sound of drums and women chanting in the village filled the air. Grandfather took his blanket off and wrapped it around me. He smiled , turned , and walked down from the bluff and out onto the plains. He called back to me , "Unwrap the star from your buckskin pouch and throw it toward the plains". I took the star in my hand and with all my might I threw it toward the horizon. Then the star turned into a large buffalo. Grandfather raised his hands , reached out and grabbed the horns of the buffalo. Then , jumping onto the buffalos back, they began to run toward the horizon and grandfather s hair was no longer grey but had turned jet black. The tall grass on the plains seemed to swallow them up. I lay down on grandfathers blanket and looked up at the sky There in the stars I could see grandfather riding on the back of a buffalo.
Maybe some one could do some art work for this or even some music.
Created: Aug 01, 2010Document Media