Dappled greys.

“You look at me and you see only an ugly old man, but within I am filled with great beauty. I sit on a mountain and look into the future”
Sandoval, Hastin Tlo’Tsi Hee/Old Man Buffalo Grass, Navajo.
The lines in his face tangle
He sits looking out at nothingness?
Sucking on his peace pipe
In his ninetieth year
Too weak to engage himself
The old chief watches
As young warriors
Paint themselves for battle.
Italics from her book – Native American Wisdom by Helen Exley.
Poem not true to form of the photo in the book but from the imagination of
© Chris Black. April 2018

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