John Arribas Poet Rhyme

The Old Indian

THE OLD INDIAN
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS



A story making the rounds  about an old apache
Who said, I remember everything thats happened to me
A New York newspaper picked up the curious news
Invited the Indian to  the city to explore his views

An ace reporter was assigned the task of verification
To see if the story was false or worthy of accreditation
Met in a New York hotel and started the conversation
Where born?  In a tipi just outside the reservation

What was the name of the doctor? There was no doctor
I was brought into this world by a midwife named Proctor
What was the name of your first grade teacher
It was a man called William Bailey, a Baptist preacher

What was the date and the time when you met your wife?
It was may 29th at 3:50 pm, the most wonderful day in my life
Your brother joined the army, you said he left on a train
Yes, on the bullet express 5:15 pm, during a heavy rain

Every question answered with an authentic reply
The old Indian was accurate none can deny
Your long term memory is right on the money
Your short term memory may not be as key

What did you have for breakfast, the question begs
The old Indian said got up early and had some eggs
The reporter satisfied the Indian was for real
This interview is over chief, your memory surreal

Thirty years later the reporter retired
Moved out to Arizona to a condo he had acquired
On his morning walk he saw the old Indian, as he ambled
He raised his hand and said how, the old said scrambled

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