Falling Feather
Falling Feather maiden,
deep brown eyes heart's laden,
lover's body laid on
wickiup's mat so dead.
Brave strong Eagle life's gone,
no more you now may wed.
Baffalo wants you too,
he has made great coup,
taking braid in raid Sioux.
Horses, wampun, nice things,
giving these to make woo,
these to father brave brings.
Be good Falling Feather,
cold is freezing weather,
share much heat together,
sleeping by self shiver.
White horse he will tether,
he gives you band silver.
Copyright © Alfred Berggren | Year Posted 2017
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment