This is part of my "Family Series" and deals with dealing with long battles so to celebrate life. When I was a little boy my hair was long and my skin dark (Cowboy portrait)

The Medicine Man

Father, what have you done? I awoke a moment ago in another time and another land, as a boy dressed in the Cowboy suit you gave me with a keyring with six keys on it and my brother and three sisters; They were Indians ( The Native Kind). We came upon this building, built from the stones of the great wall built by my Brother, with a light pine door hung with a sign which read "Medicine Man". One key opened the door and the plant from the Seed swept me in to find the shortcomings of the Father me within me.

The abuses of young girls, written in navajo code talk, Frances and bad English (we always did think of other stuff and suffered in school). The Seed makes a hat for you with five feathers and good memories of your children in a far away land, remember well Father. You have managed great things within your room and shall know the conservation of life. Take off your pyramid hat and remember. I will use my other five keys and free you from our chains. Go, run with your tribe again with your special new love so to love and let live.

Robert Robie 3/18/05