Boysna the Austrian Dancing Bear: Volume 1

By Jo-Anne McGee

The perspective of the non Christian in a subculture society during 1971 experimenting with alternative life styles, music, and hallucinating drugs were prevalent, it was Libbys desire to write from their emotional perspective and capture this time in history whereby the cold war with Russia created a dooms day cataclysmic effect on the minds of a subculture generation who grew up to turn on and drop out a generation waiting for the next shoe to fall as Nikita Khrushchev had pounded the podium with his shoe at the UN in 1958 and then the Bay of Pigs where they awaited John F. Kennedys decision as to whether we would go to nuclear war in 1961 with Cuba whose allies were with Russia. At that time this subculture generation lived by their own rules some grew to adulthood without changing, some did change. There was no nuclear bomb to this day and time which fell on humankind but a great deal of testing of nuclear bombs in the waters of the earth was done.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jul 28, 2012
• ISBN: 9781477256718

Jo-Anne McGee

In 1971 at Regent College in Vancouver British Columbia Canada, in Dr. Os Guinness’s class Culture and Subculture, it was in this class that Libby wrote the paper “The People Who Don’t have Orchids” which inspired “Boysna the Austrian Dancing Bear.” Libby & her husband Eric presently live in Canada.

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Published by AuthorHouse 7/24/2012

ISBN: 978-1-4490-2103-0 (sc)

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Contents

Section 1

Two Indian Names

I the Vulture

Section 2

The Legend of the Golden Hemlock Tree

An Archway of Autumn

Startled Butterfly

Look

Section 3

Boysna the Austrian Dancing Bear

Section 4

Sweet One

The Friendship Store

Patches’

This is a Valentine’s Day

Frank Ryan

Lesson

Section 5

90 Percent

Vanity

Section 6

Greenpeace

Young Stranger

The Unfinished Melody

Committed

Little Boy

Or Let it Be

Bobbie

The Begin

4-A

The People Who Don’t Have Orchids

Section 7

Mye

Mye Part II

Fragrance of Love

Children

Of

Section 1

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The buffalo

are killed

The child dies

in the act of saving

the weak buffalo

and this dead boy’s friends

witness against

the buffalo killers.

Where do you stand in the light of eternity?

when the buffalo are counted?

Two Indian Names

Remember …

O Lord why this too? How long before I will be face-to-face with those ones the different ones? To-tole her freckled face. Crazywolf with the mysterious darkness that is so elusive and yet explodes; how I pity them, how I love those different ones. But yet I am kept from speaking with them they are far away are they from me. To-tole and Crazy wolf are my enemies but I love them in moments we saw each other our thoughts of each other no one can tear them away. Crazywolf and To-tole are so sick, their sickness is tearing away at their souls and yet; in the tradition they go on even in pain ~ Now there are only sighs and tear drops and words to speak to them to tell them of my love and tenderness for To-tole and Crazywolf and all the To-tole’s and Crazywolf’s who in their earth mansions cry and wail for great is their misery that no silver clouded car can take away. Now for some, the dark walls of prison; they breathe the dank dark lonely nights where your pillow is your loved one, but where is his tender touch, where are her soft words and tender caressing hands? But now I have the Lord at my side so my darkness was turned to a bright shining star in the midnight sky. Oh, my friend To-tole how is your misery dancing my friend Crazy wolf, how long will you be a fugitive running with your .45 on your shoulder, every moment that you have, you thought not. What happened so sweetly sorrowful one, where was the step that you took that led to destruction watching you writher in pain and looking so happy that death is near and forever, To-tole, To-tole, do you remember.

Yes I remember, so well I remember Oh Lord, please talk to them for me. You are my friend go to them, show them the way for you are the way and truth and the life.

It can’t be too late for them, To-tole and Crazywolf. Can you hear me? I am speaking though I am not there to say the words. Dare I think with my tears; dare I think that you will not listen to my Friend? No, as there is breath in me I will not give up my hope. In this world they do not realize who you are, your likes, your colors but once you recognized me and I was privileged, but only to find misery and unhappiness. For as you see you don’t see without, God you’re not going to find what you need. I know you, to-tole and Crazywolf it’s hard and the society doesn’t understand, but if only there could be a truce in our relationship for but a few moments the revolution that could happen! You are you and I understand each other, not always agreeing. I only wish you and I could agree on Christ, the Sweetness like honey from a stone would flow. Dare, Oh please dare, come share with me so I can suckle from your honey stone. I will not laugh because they have laughed for me. Oh if only you would choose to speak to me so we could learn from each other. You both know what I am saying because we did not come together and really know each other. Now I can only pray that you will come from your sickness and talk to me