OLD MAN'S MOCCASINS
- From Another list ~Thank you Lou~
OLD MAN'S MOCCASINS~~~~~>
I hung you there, moccasins of worn buckskin. I hung you there and there
you are still. I took you from the hot flesh of a swift buck. I took you
to my woman.
She tanned you with buck brains.
She cut and sewed and beaded.
I wore you with pride.
I wore you with leaping steps over the grounds.
Now I sit and my bones are stiff
with many winters.
You hang there and I shall sit.
We shall watch the night approach.