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Autumn Leaves

volume 4 number 5

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Are There Good Hearts ...

by Johnny Rustywire

Where is a good heart Grandfather?

What do you mean, Grandchild?

Where are all those who roamed the earth
and brought peace,
a kind word,
a taste of life
as a man who takes flight with eagles,
who runs with the mountain lion,
who has strength like a bear
who has kindness to care for a sparrow with broken wings.
Where are these men Grandfather?

They have not gone,
they are here, Grandchild.

I have looked for them in the forests,
in valleys,
on the flat land.
Where have they gone.
All that was is no more,
we have no food,
no animals to hunt
and there are those who tell us to go away from our own homeland,
who say we do not belong here,
all those that come this way,
are they not men like us.

Yes my Grandchild,
good hearts are hard to find.
Look far off to the horizon,
in the dawn,
can you see it.
Dawn Boy runs to meet the day
and farther way above the sky
is all that is beautiful.
You must seek it and follow it,
step into it and let it wrap itself in you,
there you will find others like yourself
seeking good hearts
and you will find them there.

Grandfather, is it really so that there is this place?

Go that way and seek it,
all that is good,
hozhoji,
the beauty way,
and in time you will find
that the good heart you seek is not too far from you.
No one can take away a dream,
a hope
and a rainbow,
let it be so
seek these things all the days of your life....
go my grandchild
your journey begins....

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