Dakota Legend
Storms of sorrow,
Etch furrowed rows
Ingrained of sad memories past
Carved deep in brow
A mounted warrior of Ghost Dance last
Storms of sorrow,
The will, nor image could force
Stoic in nature, as brazen of life
A granite warrior's likenesses, emulate it's only source
Storms of sorrow,
Upon brow of the "Nation"
Instill change, in a memory's course
From atop Lakota Black Hills
Emerges the legend, the legend of the one called Crazy Horse
Copyright © David Archuletta | Year Posted 2008
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