The Hermit has a Dream
Old prof had a dream
A trail wound up a mountain
A boy climbed
searching for the peak
he could look over the valley
He faced the four directions
then lay down facing the East
A vision did appear
He felt his Grandfathers power
A great shaman
He taught them the ways of the people
The ways of healing
The boy knew he couldn’t let die
the people now are few
yet strong at heart
needing the seeker
As daylight faded
twilight appeared
The boy ran home
he knew he’d return
to the vision world
it showed the way
His dream ally
the spotted dog
lead him to the dream
Old prof awoke
startled and alert now
He knew the elder shaman
would call upon his vision
the vision of power
a coyote was singing in the dark night
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