Poem #9
Cowboys and Indians
Your words cut like arrows through my canvas heart
I can not understand the smoke signals you send up
Your work is simple, your ways are spiritual
Our worlds are apart
You brand me with your name and I have no choice
I can not walk this trail without soaking it with tears
Your heart is tough like leather, your laws are rebellious
Our worlds are apart
We can not meet on the plains the stars are witnesses
We can not meet on the mountain top the cold will brush us off
We can not meet in the lake the waves will not permit us to speak our forbidden words
We must meet in the Valley and make our last stand.
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