Virgil Chabre


*Published in The Power (Native American Poetry Anthology)



*IT IS THE SEASON                                                     

                                                                                      HIBERNATING BEAR

It is the season for planting corn                                                                          

Buffalo Woman moves slowly                                         The wind blows across

                                                                                          the Wyoming plains

She hears things in the wind                                                   stirs dust

It whispers to her across the prairie                                 Sending it across

                                                                                          the sagebrush desert

A spider dances in the light of the fire                              Until it is replaced

It knows too well the sound of the wind                               by the leaves of autumn


Buffalo Woman stirs her black kettle                                Soon winter will settle in

Looks to the shadows for advice                                          the wind will have snow

                                                                                       To blow around

But the wind will not listen                                                     sending cars off roads 

The trees sway in its visit                                                           and causing freezing


The ground shakes from the sound of horses

Soldiers on their way to a distant future                            Sending bears inside

                                                                                       They will spend their

Buffalo Woman sees the seasons                                         winter in a cave

They are fading with time                                                         away from the wind


A spider hides in the rocks                                               The bear says

The spider dance is over                                                   "Mankind can face the

                                                                                             winter alone

The fire goes out                                                                I am only human

There is no moon tonight                                                        in the summer"


All is silent but the wind                                                        -virgil chabre

Buffalo Woman cries


It is the sound of tomorrow

It is the season for planting corn

-virgil chabre

EAGLE FEATHER                                               WATER                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      
                                                                             They said their God
Eagle Feather sees spirits                                       Walked on water 
As they walk by his side                                         Our God is the water
He is never alone                                                    It is not necessary for footprints
                                                                              To exist on the water
Eagle Feather sees footprints                                   For they will be washed away
In the desert sand                                                   Without a trace
Though no one has walked there                             Our God which is the water
                                                                              Will last forever
Eagle Feather talks to animals                                  And bring life to a thirsty earth
They understand him                                                Making it green
And watch over his soul                                           Keeping it beautiful
                                                                               And full of life
Eagle Feather teaches
All who will listen                                                      -virgil chabre
And understand his silence

-virgil chabre                                                                                                       

                    Payton in Wyoming
Mitchell Peak, Wyoming

Mitchell Peak was named after Finis Mitchell a mentor of Virgil Chabre.  Finis was a renowned author , environmentalist, and mountain climber.  Finis would never place himself above the earth that he walked upon.  The earth was very important to Finis and he believed it should be treated with respect and dignity.  He dedicated much of his time to insure the mountains of Wyoming would be shared by all mankind.

Coyote at the Door                                                                      Eagle Feather

A coyote came to my door                                                         Eagle feather sees spirits       
December                                                                                     As they walk by his side
Wind blowing                                                                               He is never alone
Snow on the hillside

He looked tired and hungry                                                      Eagle Feather sees footprints
So I let him inside                                                                        In the desert sands
Offered him a ham sandwich                                                    Though no one has walked there
But he wanted a toaster strudel
Cinnamon and sugar                                                                

He drank chocolate milk                                                           Eagle Feather talks                                            
Howled at the television                                                           To the animals
Until I changed the channel                                                     They understand him
Didn’t like National Geographic                                              And watch  over                                               
A story about wolves                                                                 His soul 

That’s my cousin                                                                       
He told me                                                                                   Eagle Feather teaches
But we don’t communicate anymore                                      All who will listen
Too much distance between us                                              And understand 
And not enough sheep to go around                                     His silence

I went outside
A full moon in the sky
I took a deep breath
And began howling

Crawling back inside
I saw the coyote standing
At the refrigerator
Would you like a toaster strudel
He said


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