A Better Place Heaven

The old man put a few things in a bag, added a small pole into the knot and walked out the door.
Walking slowly through his village Today,knowing he would be back no more.Turned and then one more walk past his home,where he and his wife raised their family.His wife passed on a few years back,The children are gone and do not come around. Now the days are so lonely.So he felt there was no reason for being there. He went down the road for a mile are so,often he would turn around. Tears flowed down his red cheeks, As he had worked so hard to build this Village.With so much sweat falling from his brow He had just a little farther up the road to go.Then to climb a Mountain high.Clouds passed down below this one,as if climbing high into the Sky.He would have many stops to make,before he would reach his goal.Down below in the valley he could hear the Children playing, and the laughter from the young Braves. Enjoying sounds and sights much more this time, for he had some time to spare.The old man would soon be ninty-eight and a wonderful life he had been given.God soon would take his Soul.Most folks would just give anything,for the knowledge in his head.But soon all will be gone with him,God will take it back instead.The old Chief had sit there with his back against a tree.Now without a sound raised up. Reached his hands high to Heaven,cried out loud,God take me now. While all the animals watched him,he seem to rise above the clouds. To be with the greatest Chief.
Author
Walt Chapman
3 / 12 / 05
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