The Beauty of Tsankawi

Ancient homes of ancestors
From misty days gone by
The remnants of another time
Rise up to meet my eye

I wander on each cliff and rock
And ponder days of yore
Wishing I could go back there
Where they once lived before

I see them here in my mind’s eye
I follow in their path
But it was so many years ago
That I forget the math

I wish I could live as they did then
When times were not so stressed
When buffalo still freely roamed
The plains of the American West

I place my hands where they placed theirs
I stand where they once stood
I look around and see it all
The beauty and the good

Messages left in the stone
A record of history
Majestic mounts, precarious cliffs
The beauty of Tsankawi

The gorgeous blue and cloudless sky
The bluffs and hills and streams
Should something keep me from going back
I’ll be there in my dreams

***Photo coming soon***