The Long Hair
We go with the rising Sun!
Straight and true.
Don't forget boys.
The light of Christ rides with you.
Load up and draw the sword of God!
He will carry you through.
Take your bracer now and whatever you do,
Kill 'em all!
Buffalo Robe Woman said,
"He got his though."
"Out there in the Greasy Grass."
She sat the plate in front of me.
Wiped her hands on the apron she wore.
The one that belonged to her Grandmother,
and her Grandmother who wore it before.
Then returned to snap green beans picked from her garden.
She said,
"It will be a long and hard winter."
E.G. Maynard.
46 & 2.
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