November is Native American Heritage Month How a Piegan Warrior found the first Horses The lake dream moved through Blackfoot like a spear tipped in truth, the wind rattled his tongue as the water stood up to greet him. The animals came down to the green edge; deer, coyote, buffalo and elk, to drink with eagerness, Blackfoot observing from his mask of sand. He recalled in his dream, a cleft of voices, four times to catch the beasts or never see them more. Elk dogs , these wondrous creatures, valiant and beautiful, knew he was there for them, for their youngest, his rope around them was expected, as if known to them by their own dreams. Po-no-kah-mita. Packs thrown onto their backs to be carriers of man’s weight; elk dogs, delivered in a dream, strong backs, enough to lift him. The lake dream will come again, only this time, it will not be horses that enter to lift man up, but human flesh and bone that return his spear… and his hope. © 2010 by mark prime First People A
(The Weaver's Song)