He thought how wonderful it must have been for the recipient and being, among many other talents, a musician, he wrote the above and is putting it to music. He in Missouri and I in Texas, I asked him to read it to me on the phone, and also to send me the words. It really touched me, and while it is not yet finished, and I don't have the melody, I hope you don't mind me sharing it with you. He wrote and is writing it, as a tribute to Boots and others who have left this plane of existance and left a legacy for another who is still bound to this plane that their lives can be more complete. It reminded me to check my drivers license to be sure it showed that I will be a doner some day.
Nothing is as it once was.
Respect for you and your people has grown less and less. Your Old Ones were magnificent in your youth. You roamed free and covered the land. You hold the ways of healing Treat the wounds of Mother Earth Teach others to respect her. And a chance to start anew.