Native Princess
Little Indian girls
with their wild dark braids
running barefoot
whisper in the wind
a call to their wild horses
untamable as a true
Indian brave is
feathers of red and yellow
make up their headdresses
as they gallop into the silent arms of the forest
depths
chanting their tribal commands
for the race has begun
first one back to the tribe
is blessed by the strong hand
of the chiefs
such an honor is such
and my steed rides me swiftly
like lightning to victory
I am the chiefs daughter
Tigerfoot is my name.
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