And It Was
She sits gazing into her campfire
Her mind is filled with worry and fright
The settler's are taking her peoples land
They take more each day and night.
At first her tribes warriors held them off
But each day many more wagons arrive
Tribe warriors are too few in number to cope
More have been killed than they are alive.
The thought of living on a reservation
Makes her free spirit feel weak and cold
She prays to the Gods who live in the sky
One day the tragedy of her people will be told.
And it was....
Ralph L. Clark © 2004
Graphics © A. Buttigieg 2004