A WARRIOR TALEA Poem by jeannemarie coulternative american tale once shared with meA WARRIOR TALE
harsh winter had snowed his people in for many days, the temperature was well below freezing icy snow whipped exposed flesh to strawberry red rash, most of the people weakened by hunger and cold huddled in their tepees around the center fire, yet one warrior, a tireless and skilled hunter went out every day to hunt... there were no buffalo to be found in the frozen mountain meadows but on the sixth day of the blizzard the brave was lucky he managed to track and kill two antelope, when he returned to the campground with his treasure his young son leaped upon his horse and rode all over camp telling everyone to come to their tepee because they had meat to share soon the whole tribe was lined up eagerly accepting meat form the young boy's mother and father, they gave away so much of the antelope meat that there was only enough left for two small meals for the family... the next day, when the boy requested food his mother replied that they had given it all to the people then she added “remember my son, they went home singing your praises, not mine or your father’s...you have built a reputation with your generosity and now you must forever be brave and live up to it” this is one tale told by a grandfather of his father Chief Crazy Horse... © 2015 jeannemarie coulterAuthor's Note
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