SHADOW DREAMS

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SHADOW DREAMS

When I was a child. the times that I had to live

with my Mother & Stepfather

We lived the lives of Migrant Farm Workers

There were days upon days of traveling

to the next fruit or vegetable harvest

that we would work.

So to pass the time.....I would gaze out

at the shadow of the car and pretend that

the shadow of the car was a beautiful Black Stallion

keeping pace with the car

He ran alongside the road....jumping the

fences and brush piles and streams.

Then in my imagination.....I placed a Rider

upon his back......a young Indian Boy about

my age.....he would look at me and smile....

as if inviting me to join him.

So One day I did......!

And thus began my adventures of the

Shadow Dreamer......

I found that he had brought

A Shadow horse for me to ride.

It was a beautiful white and black spotted appaloosa

stallion.......as I breathed in the warm smell of

horseflesh, my friend dismounted to help me

mount the bare back of my new Steed.

We began to ride away from the hateful road

and climbed a grassy hill covered with

blue bonnets....and indian paintbrushes.

When we reached the top of the hill..

we looked down into a green valley with a

stream running through it lined with tall trees.

"Do you want to go down into the Valley ? "

My friend asked me......

"Can we? " I asked." We can do anything you want...

This is your Shadow Dream."

So we rode down into the cool, green valley

and followed the stream for awhile

My friend said that he wanted to show me something.

So we dismounted and walked along the stream

till we found a deep clear pool of water.

As we sat at the edge of the pool and looked into it.......

I was delighted to see two Indian children looking back at us.!

They were dressed all in buckskin....with long braids

with feathers and beads woven into their hair.

and beautiful bead work covered their clothes.

"Is that us?" I asked, " What is your name?"

I am Shadow Rider .....and my Horse is Shadow.

You are Shadow Dreamer.

" What is my horse's name?' I asked Shadow Rider.

To which he replied, " Why don't you ask him."

I walked over to my horse.....looked into his

liquid brown eyes, kisses his velvety nose, and asked .

He nickered softly deep in his throat......and gave me his name.

I turned to Shadow Rider.....and said," He says his name

is MAGIC."

Then .......Thump......the car hit a bump in the road.....

and I was jerked back into reality.......

But I knew that I would be able to find my friend again

anytime I needed to escape to the world of

Shadow Dreams....

They could always be found in the green valley by the stream.

Lonewolf / C.

2004