An half Indian boy
is raised by his white grand parents
Until they die,
When he was fifteen.
He is know as White Face Tail.
He is put in a foster home.
Which he can not stand
He is beat up many times
And called squaw boy
By the other kids.
He soon runs away.
And goes back to the house of his grand parents
And goes to the back yard of the house
And digs up the bones of this pet dog.
He takes the skull and raps it
In a t shirt and puts it in his back pack
And then hikes to an idian revervatiron
White face tail
Makes it to a trading post
On the side of a state highwathe
Hungry
He begs for food
Some man gives him a plate of food
But throws it on the ground
The white man is about to kick dirt on it
Before he gives it him
White face boy,
Moves it with his mind
And makes the plate move
And then the plate of food
Dances around on the ground
Until it makes it to his feet.
White face boy
Picks up the bacon on the plate
And bikes into it.
It tastes awful.
He hates bacon.
Doesnt eat pork.
So he spits it out.
The indian who runs the post
Asks him who he is looking for
He answers
His mother.
When asked who she was.
He answers she will know it is me.
Through out the dream
There is a medicine man singing
A indian song.
In an indian language.
Many times
Theres flashes of an owl in a tree.
And the call of the owl.
And at times
It says come home my boy.
When i woke
I tried to go back to sleep
But couldnt
I wanted to see more of this dream.
Understand it.
But when i felt it slipping from my mind
I decided to write it down.
I lived the dream hrough the boys eyes.
There some part of it.
Where i remember he gazed through a wall
And saw a man and a woman
Holding each other on a bed.
And then looked through another wall
To a man eating
While sitting on the hotel bed.
The feelings I had when I woke was
Thirsty, hungry,
Had the awful taste of bacon in my mouth,
And deep feeling on lonelyness.
Smyon-Pa 