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Long before the white man came 
to the Black Hills of South Dokota,
in a teepee made of buffalo skin
lived a young Sioux warrior called Akecheta;
he hunted with a hawk that spotted the slowest
horse, his friends admired him for his courage.
He rode through prairies for hours,
never taking taking a nap and rest
under the shade of a Prickly Pear Cactus!

He watched rainbows stretching 
over a horizon dazzling with sun
and invoked the Great Spirit before
heading home through prairies;
he lived in the shadow of mountains
where Howthorne trees showed
their small red berries in the beezy 
and pleasant days of early autumn!

He found a hawk who had injuried
wings and showed him his kindness;
hunter and predator became friends, 
their boldness could scare a bear. 
On his hunting days Akecheta carried
a red-tailed hawk on his shoulder
for guidance, hoping to find a fawn
to take home to feed his family! 

Ackecheta hunted for rabbits and deer,
their meats were so tasty and tender; 
there's was no scarcity of food: 
either be buffalos, nuts or berries.  
America was already blessed by God 
before Europeans came to conquer;
was the God of the Sioux kinder than
that of the adventurous pioneers? 

Ackecheta never saw a beautiful ocean
with shrieking seagulls flying overhead...
only mountains that he called canyons. 
He loved the majestic Roughlock Falls, 
but he cried when he saw the newcomers
cut down all the tallest Quaker aspens: 
had he tried to stop them with angry
screams, he would have been killed!


Written on 6/12/2017

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