Red Indians
Red Indians
We'd fall like Red Indians dying
in that tall fragrant summer grass
Small bellies weaving in and out
with exertion of bloody battle past
Or a ladybird might catch your eye
while conflict fades in a midday sun
the world might grow perfectly still
scented in a child's dreams and fun
I remember now the heat of hands
and transient soft warrior bow
Excited screams fading on red lips
the peeling bark on twig and bough
The shouts of anxious mothers
our pleading, disappointed reply
Cotton white shining clouds
sounds of play beneath purple sky
Tonight we will sleep in candied dream
crows feather lying on our bedroom floor
Tomorrow we will fight our lifelong foe
child soldiers in the fields of war.
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