Turmoil On the Prairie
Waking to a new day
pioneers go about their day
doing chores right away.
Buggy harnessed and ready
children all a play.
Up on yonder hill
not so far away
they see braves
in their bright array.
They sit and watch the family
day by day
waiting for the day.
Mother hanging laundry
out to dry
to her dismay
sees fifteen braves
start riding their way.
Yelling for her young ones
to come inside
as she runs to the meadow
to find her love.
Running as fast as the wind
they here their cries of war.
Closer they ride
faster on their mighty steeds .
Shutters closed
guns in hand
as they defend
their land.
Arrows fired
as they descend
upon the land.
Riffle firing loud
as he aims in dismay.
One down
now two
but they fight
as fierce braves
they are.
Bullets flying across air
sending splinters into the air.
Children crying aloud
his wife shaking and crying aloud
as the braves scream out loud .
Then the air is silenced
as they disappear
off to the horizon
they ride away.
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