Red Eagle

Red Eagle nudged his paint pony

Using just a light touch of his knee

All while shielding his eyes to watch

An Eagle high above circling free

 

He talked to his pony while moving

The two shared a type of love

Told him how they would someday

Ride longside Eagle brother above

 

He spoke to a passing Bee

Carrying pollen back to the hive

He spoke to the waving tall grass

That kept his pony alive

 

He knew they were all related

Eagle, Coyote, even noisy Crow

New that they lived on the great plain

Courtesy of the great Buffalo

 

Who were these strangers that came

On their bodies there was no paint

For some reason it disturbed him

But so far, that feeling was faint

 

 

 

Reviews

[willweb]

Made me feel like saddling up and riding off to a new horizon...this was fun Kemosabe.

[Dave Brown]

Yes, I'm priddy sure I saw John Wayne come a ki-yi yipping on by!!!