Apalachee

As the sun downs through the trees Greened leaves bow for the eve This warrior sits and reflects Alone he plays, it's his way to grieve For this is no normal scene What I view he has brought to our lands His name "people of the other side" Whose journey was not of his plans This man who was once a boy Was found wandering many years ago Not far from a burnt out homestead Where his families blood had flowed Killed by a Mahican raiding party This short one escaped their wrath No tribe has escaped their rampage Death and destruction is their path Then came the day of anew When an elder of the village had died From a piece of wood he would play The grieving family responded with cries When we asked he remembered his past For in his country this was their way The pipes accompanied lost souls Their skirl was their way to say Today he sits by the stream all alone This boy who grew into a man He now lives the Apalachee way Bringing his past to his future lands Written by James Fraser for Constance's contest "Tell HIS Story~~"