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	LITTLE SPARROW’S BATTLE With eyes as big as tom-toms he listens to the warrior’s tale, He wonders how long it will be until a war cry he can yell. His heart beats ever faster as the battle builds to its end, Little Sparrow dreams of glory as his village he helps defend. The fire is only embers as Little Sparrow dresses to go, He’s going to practice being a warrior a warrior’s might he wants to show. As he steps out of the tee-pee the cold takes his bravado away, He thinks; I’ll wait until the Spirit of Spring gives me a much warmer day. Little Sparrow adds some wood to make the fire blaze high, He watches it dance and jump as it reaches for the sky. The flames make shadows that circle around Little Sparrow, Pretending they’re moving targets he sights down his arrow. His excitement builds as he downs each and every foe, So caught up in the battle his bowstring he lets go. He knows in an instant  a mistake he has made, He wishes from everyone’s sight right now he could fade. With a smack, the arrow lands piercing a water-skin, Letting its contents rain down on his sleeping father’s chin. Startled awake he lets out a mighty shout, He wants to know right now  what this is all about. Little Sparrow is scared because trouble he’s in deep, But at the sight of his father a straight face he can not keep. A grin begins to spread then laughter sneaks its way out, His father is very angry; yet it’s an accident no doubt. Once again his father must explain why some things he must not do, Even though, Little Sparrow has forgotten before White Cloud is even through. JRS © 10-22-01 The "Okie" Poet All poems copyrighted ã1997-... Spring Creations The "Okie" Poet All Rights Reserved