Indian Chief Burning Sky : Cowboy Poetry

~Chief Indian Burning Sky ~

Indian prophetic painting of Skies, in echo’s.

Lines dusk, two birds, two electrical lines. Of burning night skies.

Turning left, looking through green fields.

Pink, violet, blue horizons of past visions.

Golden tassels, flowing to feed the world. Fructose of food, silk blowing.

Starlings flying in circles, chasing bugs. Remembering yesterdays walk.

Milk pods crawling with brown ants, swollen green. Nubs with grubs.

Hatching beetles pestilence, a black swallow tail poses the wind, setting sun.

Prosing purple azure, dusk aroma, auras on prairie. Grass lands.

Fields of Golden Rod, yellow flowing apparels aged.

Mulberry bushes that feed birds, crickets mating. Clicking ringing night songs.

Dusk stalking coyote eyes, six pointed red stars, lurking shadows

Five legged stinger slides along the glass window panes, poachers of toxins.

Flowing in pollen altering land, genetic spliced. Robots, clones in crops.

Remembering the words of the great Indian forced.

To sale land to great white Chief of man.

The tree calls shadows, darkening blue, hued pink, blue covering horizon.

Spirits of Indians prophetic visions, paintings.

Fulfilled in the burning hot night sky.