When the Natives Are Restless
(7/5 Trochee rhyme form)
They’re coming. Listen closely.
Hear that distant thrum. . .
that steady thrum- thrum- thrumming
of a tom-tom drum.
There! Beyond the cornfield rows.
Tell me, don’t you see
the tops of feathers moving
forward stealthily?
They’re so close to the house now!
Soon they’ll reach the fence.
Where have all the cowboys gone?
War will soon commence!
Wait! I saw the bushes move.
Roger with his gun
spied a Cherokee and now
has him on the run.
But appearing on the scene,
tomahawks in hand,
those Cherokees have attacked
just to save their man.
Roger’s fallen to the ground.
Oh, my son is dead!
Indians now are swarming,
faces painted red.
Running toward the bushes, they
give a mighty whoop!
Cowboys must come out and fight
this most fearsome group.
A cowboy wins if he is
first one to take aim,
but, touched by a tomahawk,
he will lose the game.
When THE NATIVES ARE RESTLESS
it just isn’t cool,
and I’m counting off the days
till they’re back in school!
For The Catch Phrase Contest/ sponsored by Deborah Guzzi
(My catch phrase: The natives are restless)
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