That Winchester's Blast
.
As I stalked the dust clouds
headed westward
and moved in mine red hide
for the closer vision
that beating was not our tribes
buffalo skinned drums
it was my Shoshone born
heart
as mine eyes intently stared
at that
ta-ba-bone sylph
My bow
and arrow
I quickly replaced with the
wild grass lands flower
and like our mountains lion
I crept besides
her pearly white flesh
Her trembling hand reached
for mine gift...
instantly as our hands began to
mesh
I felt the hot flash
of her fathers
wrath
Inspired by Deborah Guzzi's, Westward movement.
Ta-ba-bone was a Shoshone ("one coming from the
Sun, East") word for a white person.
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2010
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