Sacajawea

there’s a solitary star
whose story’s seldom told;
where the people wandered far
to the sky’s last streaks of gold.

there was room enough, alone to stand,
atop the endless range.
and there was medicine so grand
that now seems only strange.

          things that never change, my dove,
          are stones as blue as the sky.
          people are the ones on which
          you never can rely.

          Sacajawea, so it is,
          nothing’s really lost.
          those that always take so much
          will one day know the cost.

there is wisdom in the rocks
that few have ever known;
horizons that we cannot see
and skies we’ve never flown.

you tried to tell them of a light,
your soul could not resist;
impossible for them to think
it ever could exist.

         things that never change, my dove,
          are stones as blue as the sky.
          people are the ones on which
          you never can rely.

          Sacajawea, so it is,
          nothing’s really lost.
          those that always take so much
          will one day know the cost.
 

Sacajawea© 2004 Gary W. Shoe