Chief White Cloud
Each day the sun would rise,
as another day began.
Chief White Cloud checked the skies,
and set out his next plan.
For so many generations,
this land had been their own.
Now the proudest of all nations,
had to leave the seeds they’d sown.
With so many battles lost,
against these soldiers blue.
To remain he’d count the cost,
it was down to him he knew.
‘Sweet Prancing Deer, my wife,
a great duty you must do.
I must now give up my life,
and the tribe will look to you.’
Knowing better not to fight,
this man she’d known so long.
She knew that he was right,
wasting time would just be wrong.
On a moonless cloud-filled night,
she kissed her Chief goodbye.
As she led the tribe in flight,
none would see this woman cry.
On o’er the mountain range,
Prancing Deer would lead her kin.
To find a new home would be strange,
but she had belief within.
Twenty young braves volunteered,
to help with the last stand.
On face and body war paint smeared,
bows and arrows close at hand.
‘My love has turned the page,’
the Chief said to the sky.
‘Let Prancing Deer still age,
for her I breathe a sigh.’
The Chief sat dreaming of tomorrow’s,
memories he wouldn’t know.
His brave heart filled with sorrows,
as his courage he’d now show.
The soldiers came ahead,
in columns side by side.
Though armed with rifles and well led,
their fear of death they couldn’t hide.
Massacre it should have been,
with odds of ten to one.
But the Indians were lean,
with many battle honours won.
The surviving soldiers rode,
away back to their fort.
Casualties a heavy load,
blood stained was their report.
From two hundred fighting men,
with rifle and with gun.
Half would not be seen again,
their battle they’d not won.
Prancing Deer with braves returned,
to take care of her Chief.
All the dead braves should be burned,
that was the Chief’s belief.
Her silver tears glistened,
for she had been his wife.
To his idea she’d listened,
and that had saved her life.
An engraving then was made,
on a boulder found near by.
‘In this place Chief White Cloud stayed,
listen close - you’ll hear his sigh.’
Written for:
Follow the Dream
Host: Trueblu
Phrase: Dreaming of
tomorrow’s memories
and
Catch the Soaring Star
Host: Fairmaiden
Phrase: Silver tears glistened
and
Best Love Poem
Phrase: My love has turned the page
and
the Multi
By Tomfoollery
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