Elephant Grave Yard(Old Eagle Feather)
Elephant Grave Yard(OLd Eagle Feather)
Elephants do it or it seems they used two.
Made a place to leave they bones and went two there place
in great droves or herds i think they are called.
Old Eagle Feather was watching the women by the fire one day.
They were chewing jerky to make it soft for meat to eat.
Softening the jerky for little mouths to chew.
Old Feather he is now been called got up and off he goes.
Took up two stones of suprising weight,
and carried them toward the elephant grave yard.
I am going to my fate.He never shed a tear.
I have done it all my time is gone.Let me make no haste.
NO more wasted time in stories bye the fire.
I am just in time.
I see the elephants again,
they are all in line waiting to get in.
To my heaven.
Copyright © Charles Hice | Year Posted 2006
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