To honor a man and a woman

I build this page to honor a man, a great and wonderful man
this man has taught me much about things of life, internet, love, respect
and discipline. But most of all love and respect. So i honor him and the lady
who has walked the path of life at his side for going on 60 years now.
The man who tells tales to the cubs lying at his side
The man who never fails to say, "hot dawg but i am just fine today".
The man who would always have a smile and a friendly hello for all.

And the Lady is Mother RUTH


Father Mack (Nashoba Baleli)   Mother Ruth(Chuka Pehlichi)

O Great Spirit,
whose voice I hear in the winds
and whose breath gives life to all the world,
Hear me! I am small and weak.
I need your strength and wisdom.
Let me walk in beauty
and make my eyes ever behold the sunset.
Make my hands respect the things you have made
and my ears sharp to hear your voice
Make me wise so that I may understand
the things you have taught my people.
Let me learn the lessons
you have hidden in every leaf and rock.
I seek strength, not to be greater than my brother,
but to fight my greatest enemy - myself.
Make me always ready to come to you
with clean hands and straight eyes.
So when life fades, as the fading sunset,
my spirit may come to you without shame.



Yesterday, when I was young,
the taste of life was sweet upon my tongue.
I teased at life as if it were a foolish game,
the way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame.
The thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned
I always built alas on weak and shifting sand.
I lived by night and shunned the naked light of day
and only now I see how the years ran away.
Yesterday, when I was young,
so many happy songs were waiting to be sung,
so many wayward pleasures lay in store for me
and so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see.
I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out,
I never stopped to think what life was all about
and every conversation I can now recall
concerned itself with me and nothing else at all.
Yesterday, the moon was blue
and every crazy day brought something new to do.
I used my magic age as if it were a wand
and never saw the waste and emptiness beyond.
The game of love I played with arrogance and pride
and every flame I lit too quickly quickly died.
The friends I made all seemed somehow to drift away
and only I am left on stage to end the play.
There are so many songs in me that won't be sung,
I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue.
The time has come for me to pay
for yesterday when I was young.

In toto: To honor a man i feel has become late in life like a 3rd father
to me. He has been like a confessor, a teacher, a teller of truthful tales
to me and the cubs of the wolfpack of
I have met many wonderful people in my days now, but i can think of no one
i care for and respect more than i do this Great Elder of the Choctaw Nation
Nashoba Baleli, i thank you for what you have done for me
for what you have done for the cubs, I just love you.


Globes done with much love for you by Grandaughter GhattenWolf

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