Sacred Eagle Feather Digital Art by Kicking Bear Productions

Sacred Eagle Feather

by Kicking Bear Productions

Canvas Print

$75

Framed Print

$84

Art Print

$27

Poster

$27

Metal Print

$81

Acrylic Print

$89

Wood Print

$61

Greeting Card

$5.45

iPhone Case

$27

Title

Sacred Eagle Feather

Artist

Kicking Bear Productions

Medium

Digital Art - Digital

Description

"Painted Faces"

Ancient voices shine through Elders eye�s...
Brave heart�s continue walking through smoke like feathers falling...
Grandfather is watching all prayer filled life reaching up for the whispering skies...
The young clouds are still rising... many canoes are found resting along the river bank...
We are wearing the scars of ancient teachings and seek in courage our Sacred places...
Circle upon circle...
A gathering of Nations...
Born of Painted Faces.
Thunder winds rule endless time where all living things find flight...
Song�s flowing into the great mystery; some are sweetly stalling...
Hidden near still waters another season of warriors are born...
Cedar... fragrant... snow has fallen upon the mountain pine...
yellow tails are drifting... a wolf in a lonesome howl... new seeds are planted...
Tribal drums.... gourd rattles wail... a brave is singing with flutes...
Bone handles locked in deadly stone points.... The cutting knife is edged.....
The painted war shield is hung to the lance...
Oval beads worn like moss covered trees...
Flower maidens fill the weaved baskets with fresh fish...
A totem is gifted by way of the pipe...
Stolen ponies are shod silent inside a river bed blanket...
The white stallion begins to kick about the canyons...
Giant round rocks protect the trail...
The wall of prayers engraved in stories upon the red stone places....
Willow shafts carved straight with feathered embraces...
Moonlight stories fill the heartland...
The dawn is damp, the bear grass wet in the dewey breeze...
I move closer to the fire catching the flicker of flames romancing spells...
An owl of midnight hoots the alarm of death in the cover of maple trees...
Fur skins wrap the strong to roam near smoke filled camps...
Kind women hand out bear soup by knowing the ways of our turtle shells...
Fire lights ebbed glistening coals...
Long fights bring gruesome sights...
Deer toes rattle in chorus soothed by meadows afar...
More Ancient eyes are watching to form songs of lightening in falling stars...
Scented Elk medicine leaving sign upon mystic dreams...
The rising dove song lingers in tall mountain grass yellow in light...
Flinted the chipped stones piled in willow bark...there was once a fever here.
The grass corn is harvested with our dancing children in sight...
Ancient Robe sleeping in buffalo blankets...
Heartlands sewn in sinew....
Her reservation dress weaved in hungry bundles...
The ground was cold and some of us shivered...
Elders held shoulder high, we're laid gently upon sacred grounds...
Tears move to chanting in prayerful sounds...
Young True Bloods begin to pound the sacred painted drum...
Their journey keeps to traditions...Elders in flight begin to smile...
Warriors are watching the Spirit horse "Storm Cloud Rising" stomp and paw...
Screaming Eagles unfolding visions in what they saw...
The Bear tooth locked to antlers with cubs still in learning...
Visions of the lame elk walking the path of ceremonies...
Rough rivers flow to teach others the artful ways of healing...
Calming affects from the sundance...
Holy tobbacco is tied and some is burning...
Painted faces in a circle of power...
Gifting our hope... lifting our heads ...bending our bow... searching arrows finding a target for peace...
Rest us in All Sacredness above...
For on the Red Road It is our Native life we love.

Kicking Bear Barry Byers
The Eccentric Poet..
Creations copyright2008 all rights reserved