My Vision of the Indian Slaughter

That day is etched in the back of my mind still I was five yet I can still hear the screams and cries piercing in the clearing My uncle Hodge was in the saddle on Babydoll His best friend Wade was on a stud dealing with those problems My uncle said " Timbo look theres Indians" then they both took off at a gallop I look and at first I did'nt see nothing I knew they was playing so I thought lets see if this pony can catch em But wait now I can hear them I look and I see women Indian and children running into the clearing I was'nt scared they looked like innocent women and children I figured I would see what they wanted Then I heard the hooves beating into the earth Then I knew their situation I waited to see if I was mistaken Then I seen a Soldier on horseback with a saber cutting down a young warrior I heard the cries of his mother as she ran to her son who was slaughtered I hallored at her I told her not too He waited till she got closer He smiled his eyes lit up and he struck her I was like if I had a gun I would help ya'll But Im not a sheep to be slaughtered I still go there, I have found arrowheads and pottery I was baptized in the creek beyond the clearing There I have made money On Christmas I went to p[ay my respects To that young brave warrior I found a dead fox then The cactus are black and dying It is sacred ground It is where I will face them