Chief Hawk Eye

The mighty Chief Hawk Eye Rests under this ancient tree All his weapons lost Ignores the sounds of English guns His heart heavy with his people’s sorrow Plays his flute towards the setting sun A man who loved too deeply Lonely and defeated His spirits remain free As music rises around him Shimmering colours in these enchanted woods Fades and vanishes into his soul His mind searches memories Of those long lost years Before the white man arrived.... The sad song of the thrush The tears from the clouds Pierce his body with pain Shadows dance around him His scared lands are stolen Mountains blasted open Gold ripped from the earth’s belly An end to the old ways of life He is ready to become a stone And to be left alone......................... By Tahera Mannan For Constance La France’s ‘Tell His Story’ Contest