Best Custer Poems

Historically accurate, narrative poem

27 November 1868, on the banks of the Washita River  

Dawn’s peaceful first light streaks the eastern skies, 
belying the horror...

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Read a Book about a General named Custer
Pompous and Ambitious 
He was filled with Bluster 

Thought of Fighting Indians from Night until Muster 

Little Did...

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In the 1600's, Europeans lived on the eastern shore
Their numbers grew, they wanted more.
Iroquios, Sauk, Ottawa, and Mohawk were tribes they met
Too many and more,...

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I'm very small
I am called Standing Tall
My story to be read as i live through it all.

Our Dakota lands are forest and vast
Where our ancestors...

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The glamorous uniform looked sharp in the posters about town.
Recruiters convinced the lad to join the Marines of great renown!
Reveille called, sergeants screamed, another tortuous...

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This poem was written after I took a tour of the Little Bighorn Battlefield National Monument in Wyoming, the site of Custer's Last Stand.

It was...

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The sunflower stretched
With its stalk and its neck
As far to the sky
As it could – reaching high,
Pushing its golden face
With clumsy, awkward grace

Trying, with all...

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General Custer couldn't muster
Enough men to form a cluster,
Indians shooting straight and true,
I think it might've been the Sioux,      ----...

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Taps did play
The Indians had fled
And Custer lay there dead
The soldiers lay all around
But none could hear the bugle sound

If you want to hear
What was...

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"Steamboat is a-comin' 'round the bend!"
My! Oh my! The wonders it might portend,
As it stopped by sleepy towns along the Missisip',
Dodgin' stumps and wayward rafts...

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I was renowned as Chief Buffalo Chips, a great leader of many tribes.
I was given that pathetic name by my father resulting in a heap...

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When Sitting Bull and Colonel Custer were locked in mortal battle,

   And with arrows flying and heard was the muskets' fearsome rattle,

 ...

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You gave us food and we took your land

It's not right to make promises grand

  We took all your stuff

  Till you said...

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Free verse may need psychiatrist,
Its aspirations you can’t trust,
And transvestite will always be
The truth is found in history
Where poetry was always rhyme
A test that stands...

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No One Way
        by Odin Roark

Mideast smoke may never clear
Forces know inversion
Custer set out to eliminate Crazy Horse
Only...

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