A Short Indian Tale
A Short Indian Tale
I look out of my window
As my leaves blow across the lawn
Some go into my neighbors yard
I laugh, lean back and yawn.
We seem to be now having
An extended Indian summer
Dec 4 with local temps
Mid 60’s now they hover
But that brought to mind
Our recent Thanksgivings day
And the sturdy Indians bucks
Some say came that day
They couldn’t have been all grown
Nor wearing a big head-dress
There would have been some ladies
Dressed proudly in a doeskin dress
Strapped upon their sturdy backs
A youngster safe and sound
His tan cheeks and tiny eyes
Just looking all around.
This lead me to a tale
Of a young papoose buck
Who lived a privileged life
With almost daily luck
But yet at times
Things may not work
Sometimes there’s just
Some silly quirk.
A warm, herbal beverage
As he went to sleep
Settled him down
Without a peep.
He went to bed
In his mom’s wig-wam
But woke some mornings
In his own “tea-pee”. :o(
Written by oldbuck Dec. 4, 2017
as a change of pace from all the Holiday themes
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